Becoming
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Last published Sun, Apr 22, 2018
It's not my fault that my father is who he is, it is my fault that I did what I've done. I nod to the Nightmares, we are past speaking to each other, we can communicate with the smallest of actions. I have chosen for myself now, the light or dark had nothing to do with it. I wanted this, people said that I will be blinded by what the darkness offers, but they're wrong. I'm part of it, I always have been. There was no stopping me now. People said I was gone, and some demon had replaced me, but I knew that this facade I was putting up was just a mask that I wore, the light blinded me, not the dark. We are not afraid. We are not weak. We Are Children Of The Moon.
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