It keeps getting harder.
Small things. Triggers.
Deeper holes, steeper sides.
Darker, darkest; pure and wholesome darkness.
Not a man. A flesh wound. A mere annoyance.
It keeps getting harder.
Small things. Triggers.
Deeper holes, steeper sides.
Darker, darkest; pure and wholesome darkness.
Not a man. A flesh wound. A mere annoyance.
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