Accumulation of Darkness

Accumulation of Darkness

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Accumulation of dark stories in one place To feel safe is all an illusion, for we are never safe. We all await a similar fate, something most hate, unlike us Death is never late. Death surrounds us like darkness .. Darkness and Death are the same for both consume light out of life. In each tale take heed and note maybe you won't mimic others' foolish mistakes. ▫️More short stories and scary poems will be added 📃 So please do stay around and see with your very eyes stories unfold... Just a reminder🗯 1. Remember to cherish your life for Death is quick to retrieve the ungrateful ones. 2. Be mindful and weary of others around for you never know one's true intentions. With that said I bid thee a adieu.... ▫️all covers are designed by me 🖤All poems and stories are written by me Crudus
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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