Don't Identify Demons
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Last published Wed, Sep 17, 2025
I would like to say I had no idea, but then I would be a liar. If you've woke up in a completely different place you fell asleep, or found yourself feeling alien in your own mind, stop and think are you alone? I never thought much about my subconscious, never wondered if I had a monster living with me. Then my best friend died, or was murdered and I could figure out why everywhere I looked it pointed to me.
I swear I had no Idea.
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