I need to know I’m not the only one who hears it, I need to know I’m not losing my mind.
Images in my head, blood over everything, their dead eyes, looking at me, I can’t tell if it’s just my imagination or if it’s real, memories lost, now regained.
I need someone to hear me, I need to validate my existence.
Am I real?
Or am I a character within a story, playing out in a world where I never existed, where, my mirror self reigns over all I see, over all I am…
Or, is it the beast?
Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone save my soul?


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