TW: i can hear the spirits whisper through walls, the evil ones, seeking my soul to feed demons fueling my depression with toxic thoughts that blinds my conscience everyday i fall weaker as they come closer to feast on my broken soul
i fail to keep my sanity and fall for their evil trap i seek forgiveness for it wasn't me but the devil that possessed my senses luring me to follow them into the realm of the dead as i take a step further to let my warm blood flow against the cold floor
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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