I cannot recall when was this thing starts to happen. But as far as I can dug up that junk, it was all linked with bad memories... traumatic events, grudge and the deceased of loved ones. I never meant to be this way, neither all of the people in the world want to suffers from it. But one thing that we commonly do is pray- To stay survive whenever the clouds smokescreen our mind. Tying knots firmly on bed; Trying to forget where the tools were hide. And creating rains that waterfalls through our cheeks so that this thing will go sooner or later.
"We never meant to let it in... Possessing ourselves, letting it treat us like a doll. Drawing bloods from our arms or scream violently at night hour. We are not that wicked to do harm to our body. But it was that thing, the 'it' that shape-shift, manipulating our plea where it awaken the demon inside; making it rumble, smashing the rung that locked it from the inside. I never meant to let it awake. But 'it' makes me, jeopardizing me from inside the shell and slowly corrupt me.
The only things that I realized when 'it' was left, I am completely feeling normal. No remedies needed nor pleas to be comforted neither any damages need to be console. and that was horrific"
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