H. A. U. N. T. E. D!
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Last published Tue, Oct 30, 2018
The scars had slowly begun to fade away. The void inside was finally being filled. Filled with happiness. Filled with content. Serenity from a settling mind. A grip on sanity,finally!
But that calm didn't last long! Here were signs of a perfect storm. One that ripped open all closing wounds.. And once again they were fresh; opened those closet doors holding back skeletons; skeletons that took a struggle to keep from the world... And released the ghosts that had finally found rest.. Rendering a poor soul,
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