I fear the more I breathe the more I become.
The more I think the more I be.
The more I stir the more I shall turn.
I find myself seeing nothing in the horizon of my life, only Pitch Black, Tar. I can see my skin transforming into something...else.
The Abyss is pulsing through my veins.
Cannot think straight.
Never could.
Cannot live.
Never can.
Caged monsters eventually spear themselves upon their own bars.
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