Me, myself and darknessA Story by Matt M.
His cold, hard gaze looks upon my eyes. A trickle of sweat beads down my head. For a second feels like an eternity. He's got pitch black eyes and no visible face, but I know that icy stare anywhere. I look up and soon greet. " Hello Darkness, my old friend."
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Added on July 11, 2015 Last Updated on July 11, 2015 |

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