Ever since I was young I was afraid of the dark and what lurked in it. All the thing you could not see throw the dark. It terrified me but as I got older I learned what lurked in that terror. And now what fears me most is the more the dark has question the more I want to answer and more away from sanity I am. Now when I look in the mirror I see me being the one lurking in the dark watching and waiting for you to trip up. I'm afraid of what I see. It cusomes me that awful reflection of the lurker in the dark.

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the breaking point
RandomThis is gust a book of stuff i write. More description on the first chap . The pic is from sheerheart on deviant art