Dark Souls
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Eugene is a 24-year-old man struggling. He is battling from anxiety, depression and selective mutism. Trying to find his way in a world where everybody judges. This is a story about how hard it can be to find yourself and getting out of a dark place in life. Placed in late 80s/early 90s Copyright colorheadclifford Translations allowed
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I was walking the rocky paths of the campground on tremulous legs, trying to clear my head of the voices shouting at me. My eyes were blurry and colours were mixing with sounds. I could see sounds, hear colours, my brain whirling as a sense of synesthesia took over. The wind was only a zephyr, but it felt like enough to pick me up and carry me to Oz. The voices were shouting at me, taking over every sense I had. I felt like I was swimming through a tidal wave, and I would never be able to get out of it. Salt water tears falling down my cheeks, and suddenly I was swimming through memories of him, the tears enhancing the stinging pain of his presence, and I don't think I can ever forget that feeling. TW- Schizophrenia, depression, anxiety, swearing, very slight suicide mention, character death Please stay safe ^-^

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