Black, black, black. Finally everything is black again. This is my black. The black they took away from me.
I like this black.
I’m still scared but at least now I know where to find the black that’s a good black.
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Short Story"There are lots of lies in this world. Lots of horror and darkness and torture and hopelessness. But if I got the opportunity to remove one of them the answer would not require hesitation. The answer would be simple, short and without regret. Take a...
