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It's like my skin was ice, and all I wanted to do was skate. With the sharp metal pressed against my body I had no more thoughts left to stop me. I was being consumed by the monster, that lived inside my mind. Not only was I left with physical scars, I was damaged on the inside. The monster trying to claw it's way out beat me until there was nothing left. I sat in wonder, trying to figure out if he was still with me. I had no signs, but I could never be too sure. He always had a way of letting me know of his presence, Sometimes I would meet him in my dreams, or I would see his name in the blood on my skin. but more often than usual, I could always find him in my shadow.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Skating
It's like my skin was ice, and all I wanted to do was skate. With the sharp metal pressed against my body I had no more thoughts left to stop me. I was being consumed by the monster, that lived inside my mind. Not only was I left with physical scars, I was damaged on the inside. The monster trying to claw it's way out beat me until there was nothing left. I sat in wonder, trying to figure out if he was still with me. I had no signs, but I could never be too sure. He always had a way of letting me know of his presence, Sometimes I would meet him in my dreams, or I would see his name in the blood on my skin. but more often than usual, I could always find him in my shadow.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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