Cloaked
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Last published Thu, Aug 11, 2016
They believed I was crazy, never listened to a word I said.
Strangely, I began believing that I was crazy too, with the voices in my head, cloaked figures in my dreams and shadows around every corner, I didn't even feel safe in my own house.
I thought it was all hallucinations until it was all explained.
Explained after 16 years of paranoia and pain. The pain of being judged, abandoned and alone; I was finally free.
Released from the torture of my own mind, this is my journey with the Cloaked Ones.
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