Nyctophilia

Nyctophilia

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Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. - Mary Oliver
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Who am I? A murderer, a mistake, a fucking disgrace. I killed them both and it was all of my fault. The guilt is eating me alive. My thoughts are controlling my every move, every sleepless night, and every day of my life is lived in paranoia of hurting the people I love. But now I have no one except my brother, other than that it's just me. Me and my fucked up thoughts and my haunting nightmares that etch their way into my mind day and night eating me alive, leaving me with the endless gift I keep receiving. That gift, it's the gift of guilt, and I'm drowning in it.

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