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Mental state
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Apr 02, 2017
Its something that you must understand, something you must know. Crying at night, laughing in the morning, looking into the stars knowing only such a small atmosphere hides the true faces of stars. Letting them hide in the dark sheet of despair. Night has always said to be a ominous thing, something people fear to include themselves in. Fear. Something that strangles and tears at your mind. Something you cannot find or understand. Im Itiki Shima, I am a young writer from Tokyo, and this is my story. My book. My tall tale that you could not possibly have the mind copasity to understand. Or even the stomach to take it. Go ahead, read it. Take a good look, cause' its something you might see everytime you close your eyes for the rest of your LIFE.
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Fushimi dreams of the past. Of days filled with a light even brighter than the sun. Why he'd taken it for granted then, he didn't know. But it was what it was and time travel had yet to exist, a least for people like him. Sleep was the only escape to the past, to any illusion of happiness he had left. The same could not be said of Yata, the star of his subconscious plays. But he could fix that, couldn't he? He was the only one who knew Misaki enough to get under his skin. And under he would crawl, until his black infection ran through Yata's veins thicker than blood. He would not let him forget. Hate burned hotter than love, right?