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May 2020
Every word, every phrase every sentence I say to him. I am trying to help but he takes everything I say as poison and once again I have infected another one. The doom it brings me I should be so ready for as countless times I have poisoned yet again.
I strike them with my antidote to there pitiful lives, but again and again it turns to venom. I **** them and they are not eradicated from this planet, they prey on me, leeching to me to try and grasp an ounce of life that they do need however they have gone past the ability to be lifted up.
My antidote has backfired on me. It has infected so many people as it turns toxic in their minds and now they will not leave me be. They are no more and they look to me to make them be again. How can I do this?
They seem so petrified of my touch yet they take and take. All I have tried to do is take away the darkness that lingers in them, yet they get darker and darker. The darker they get, the more they are stuck to me like a snake constricting there catch. I do not let them finish this sin and the more I defend the more they prey.
I can't say I have had enough of carrying countless souls, I just can't. I won't let myself be taken by this army of terror who are so dead yet they just won't accept it. I realise the truth. I am living in the dark.
Written by
Hugh Moseley -Fletcher  28/M/Wales
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