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Ongoing, First published Jun 09, 2012
My world is a dark place. A lonely place. My recent past continues to haunt me. My distant past, now dim and insubstancial is my only sanctuary and defense against the torment that is my existance. There is a place between consciousness and sleep where terror exists. Come with me if you dare.All Rights Reserved
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