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Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen nothing? No remorse, no pain, no sympathy, no anything. Just a vast ocean of emptiness. A black hole, gaping, stretching straight to hell? The back of your neck prickles, hairs stand up straight against your skin. The air feels cold, your breath catching in your throat. If you’ve ever come across a person such as that, I bet you prayed to god you’d never cross paths again. What if I told you I see that every time I look in the mirror? We are our own worst nightmare, everyone of us. You can’t hide under the covers from the boogeyman if the boogeyman’s already in bed with you.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
I am the Boogeyman.
Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen nothing? No remorse, no pain, no sympathy, no anything. Just a vast ocean of emptiness. A black hole, gaping, stretching straight to hell? The back of your neck prickles, hairs stand up straight against your skin. The air feels cold, your breath catching in your throat. If you’ve ever come across a person such as that, I bet you prayed to god you’d never cross paths again. What if I told you I see that every time I look in the mirror? We are our own worst nightmare, everyone of us. You can’t hide under the covers from the boogeyman if the boogeyman’s already in bed with you.
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30/Canada
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
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