I didn't believe you. Nor the bizarre fallacy you immediately conjured up. But for some reason I wanted to. Some way, somehow you burrowed into my mind and planted this idea that I've adopted to be true. And from then on I believed every single one. Excuse after excuse, each more tiring than the last. I can't take anymore yet I can't let go. I keep holding on to this figment of my imagination I can only identify as you. You have become this parasitic creature feeding on my sense of truth. And as less and less resides inside the more the darkness begins to rise.
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The Collection of Deadly Cureless Diseases
Mystery / ThrillerNobody warned me about these infections. There are no vaccines. All I had was my will to push through and my knowledge of trial and error. It's too late for me now, but maybe there's still hope for you. I'm writing this because I don't want to see...
