A fragment of me

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My drawings have been getting darker and more gory as the days grow colder outside as it does in my mind. I talk to my well known demon who's name I chose as 'Sebastian'. People get it mixed up with an anime known as Black Butler, although I have never herd of it until one of my friends had told me about it. He's six feet tall and very slim and limby. All he does is watch me as I listen to music and draw my favorites. He doesn't talk at all just leans there on the door frame and just stares at me all the time. I've gotten to the point of where I doodle and draw all over my schoolwork of eyeless people and speechless people who have 'x's as mouths. None of my friends have taken it into grave consideration that it was a harm to me because it wasn't. It was just who I was, just shadow who draws their inked heart out to no one but itself as it is proud of all of its horror it drew out on white paper. And now I shall tell you, I'm a lost soul at ink 'n paper as it is out in the real world. I am truly an inked shadow casted among other people of another kind that will not allow it to be apart of them. Enough talking now to the story of all my shadows I have within me.

<Note:Sorry it's so short I'll have longer chapters than this, although this is called a 'fragment' meaning it'll be small either way. Peace to you all readers untill next chapter :) >

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