Interesting
There is a stranger whom enters my dreams, wears my skin as their face. Whose face is shadows and bone. Whose eyes are colder than November Nights. I once named them Doc as they lead me to new places, shown a spotlight towards my mind and opened a place I could not even begin to understand.
Now I only know them as a Parasite. A driving force deep within the crevices of my mind. The stirring in my hands that cannot be ignored, the pain in my heart as I look away from the papers. The ache that will not dull as my head begins to throb. The one that shows me visions, visions of a broken up sky. The one I can seldom tell apart now in my dreams. We are far too alike now.
Interesting
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