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A click of a lighter, her fingers sticky with blood. She sniffs the air of a stuffy inn, ink staining the scent.
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I rip these things out of me, set them, blood and disgusting, out into the open. How many lifetimes before these nightmares fade?
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Nightmares that claw their way out, follow you into the awake, cling to you as you gasp for air. Angry at myself for terror that won't fade.















