The Deep

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The rain blinds me as I step out into the open. The trees sag and drip. The cold numbs me as cold as my heart. My feet seem to be pulled down into the earth. The earth that surrounds me is sinking into me as I am sinking into it. The soil, the rain the greenery takes ahold of my mind as my brain dissolves into nothing. I fall to my knees and breathe, though my breaths are no longer human. My hands dig into the wet soil as I forget; forget my childhood, my family, my friends. Everything that was human has dissoved into oblivion. Now I am the monster that I have always feared.

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