The DaRk MinDed

The DaRk MinDed

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Liza.Meredith and Aristotle. Moore are not normal people. They are D.M's or Dark Minded's. Being a D.M is not something you take lightly. D.M's are people who experience all the bad things people have done. Even if that person's not alive anymore. It comes out of the blue. Try's to consume you. The darkness will give you a small tattoo on your wrist the first time, to act as a life preserver. When you, yourself can't pull yourself out it will. Why does the world have D.M's? I don't know. How does a tiny tattoo pull you out of the nightmare,that is the darkness? I don't know. I'm just here to tell you how to survive it. The darkness may not harm you physically,but it will hurt you hurt you and it will stop at nothing to consume you. I will not describe what the dark images are.Just tell you how they feel. If not this book would be terrifying. Theres a lot more Dark Minded's than you think. Sadly. I will update like crazy in the summer. Peace out! Read at own risk. Jk,its fine. Im crazy not a psycho . Yes, there is a difference.
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