At the end of my life, I was. Driven to madness where I was slashing at images only I could see.
[It's not easy to confess to that and yet it also feels...oddly good to. To tell someone else of what he went through. To admit it to someone outside his world. He's been so sure he'd never find someone to trust on such a level yet here he is.
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[It's not easy to confess to that and yet it also feels...oddly good to. To tell someone else of what he went through. To admit it to someone outside his world. He's been so sure he'd never find someone to trust on such a level yet here he is.
Here they are.]