Counterphobic
Who and what can I trust?
The closet door is ajar, making me wonder whether something within the darkness is peering out at me. It’s morning time, though a darkness now descends all across this land. It comes not only from my closet, but also from the primal parts of my primitive psyche, a wilderness filled with fear and the obligation to survive. I watch as good men and women charge headlong into the darkness. They can see the demons consuming everyone from the inside and are trying to defend us all before it’s too late.
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- Jonah · April 18‹ Nothing I Must DoOne Thousand ›