As if it never happens , I forget. I end up giving myself a migraine trying to remember things that seemed to slip my my mind and disappear. How could I forget about the things I did to land me here ? It seems as if a demon possesses my soul with this disease , making me do things not others will remember. I'm too young for dementia and the demon it comes with .
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I've been hidden in the dark. Kept from a world that I've never known. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is to feel. To have a soul. But what is the cost for a soul? What are these things lurking in the dark?