It came from inside me and whatever it was, I knew it couldn't be trusted. It loomed over me like a dark cloud and blurred my vision of reality and make believe.
There was a thin line between normalcy and insanity and I was bound to cross it.
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Mr. Misty-Eyed | Josh Dun
أدب الهواة"Gangsters don't cry." In which a boy's night terrors come true. Or the one where every night Joshua Dun dreams of his worst fears and every day finds clarity through a girl and her nephew. Copyright © 2016 by miserableyouth Ranked: ff #611 [11.06...
