That noise is not right.
Hm, let me just check downstairs.
Like a moth to flame.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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This screams "characters who die in a horror move." Great fit for the challenge!
Ooh moth to a flame I love that image!
Every bit of subliminal creepiness is conveyed in only a few words. Well done.
Hahahahahahahahaha that last line made me laugh so much because it's so true. Why are we even like that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
this is great
Damn I was trying to think of one with a noise coming from within a home. You nailed it. Because like idiots, we are going in