"The Truth that is only seen in Darkness"
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Última publicación mar, may 6, 2014
How would you feel if your life was a lie. Every move and decision was always watched. You are never alone, but you didn't know it.
I was running through the darkness looking, searching for a way out. I have been running for what feels like forever, in circles most likely. It looks like I am in some sort of basement. The last thing I remember is my body being dragged through a cemetery by a black cloaked shape. My instincts tell me that I am no longer alone. A shadow appears out of the corner of my eye. Whatever it is, it is definitely not human. It crawls across the floor, slowly inching closer towards me. I search frantically but there is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I have two options left. I can die down here or I can fight. But instead, I scream.
Then I got to wondering, was it actually all a dream?
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