"His head turned at the sound of my scream and I felt my heart slam against my ribcage. I could smell the fear in the air, my fear. But I could see the soullessness in his eyes. He wasn't there. He had sold his soul long ago. Now, there was only a shell of a person who used to be there. And that shell had grown to become just as black and cracked as the soul."
--- King
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RandomBeing black isn't easy, being yourself isn't easy, but if you trust in those you call family, you may just make it through the next hour. *Previous cover by @buckysuniverse*
