I could feel,
Feeling the slow thumping of a heart.
A heart not mine.
I could hear,
Hearing the voices coming out of my mouth.
A voice not mine.
I could see,
See the blinding light of a party.
A party not mine.
I could move,
Moving my arms slowly up and then down.
Arm not mine.
I could touch,
Touching the textured couch that I was sitting on.
Feelings not mine.
I could think,
Thinking thoughts so foreign to what I know.
Thoughts not mine.
What was mine?
Or more specifically, what was I?
Victim or Aggressor?
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Light and Darkness.
Short StoryA series of short stories that would chill you to your bones~ Realize that the darkness would always win, that it's always lurking, lurking there. Because the brighter the light is, the darker the shadow caused. It's patient, it's persistent, it's...
