I...I close my eyes. His image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me.
Truth...Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your FEET COLD.
Stretch it, pull it, it will never cover any of us. Kick at it, beat at it, it will never BE ENAUGH...
From the moment we ENTER CRYING to the moment we LEAVE DYING, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and SCREAM!
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