the shadow in the dark
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- Parts 13
Ongoing1h 11m
Last published Wed, Dec 21, 2016
if it doesn't scare you , why would i write it ???
there is something to the feeling of not knowing your surroundings , not seeing the color of things as they appear , there is something about the unknown , the quite , the cold . there is something unspoken about the dark , something i cant quite put words to , something terrifying yet unknown .
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