Diary of a Monster: entry 10


  The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered. you lay awake, for another sleepless night has taken you into the deepest darkest hole of your sorrow and fear. depression grips you like a cold hand frosted ever so slightly, and as you lay broken, beaten and bruised in darkness, you cry out. but no one can hear your cries, they cannot see your tears, they cannot feel your pain, for you are alone in darkness, trapped for eternity.


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