It clouds my mind all the time. It constantly tells me what to do. It tells me what's good or bad. Wrong or right. Good or evil. It tells me the opposite of what I'm actually thinking. It controls me and I hate it. I want it to go away. I don't want to feel. I want to close that door and lock it. I want to open a new one. One that is endless and full of void. I don't want to be in pain anymore. I want to turn my humanity off. I want my demons. I want to close all my doors and only open one.
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A Series of Short Stories
Short StoryThese are different stories that are connected in some way. The stories might make you cry.
