Title: onlyjock
by onlyjock | in writing, fiction, novels
The night closed in like the lid of a coffin closed for the last time darkness surrounded me, outlines of item芒聙聶s I knew to be in my room were only visible in my head; again I hear it my ears strain to find the direction it comes from.
Panic starts to set in I begin to try and work out my ways of escape 芒聙聹it芒聙聶s a dream芒聙聺 I say to myself over and over again and yet I can芒聙聶t wake up deeper and deeper I fall into this world of which I have no knowledge and yet its familiar
a start
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