As a child, I feared the monsters I believed lurked beneath my bed. The darkness was my enemy, concealing sinister forces waiting for the right moment. I dreaded closing my eyes, for losing one sense would send the others into a panic, leading to hallucinations of something ready to strike when I was unprepared.
As I grew older, I realized no external threat ever existed. Instead, something within me was always there. A part of my mind remains elusive, stealing memories as if they never happened, leaving me with a sense of something missing that I can’t quite grasp. This hidden part thrives in darkness, and over time, I have come to know it well. We share many interests and enjoy similar things.
Yet, despite our shared affinities, we remain divided. This shadow within me urges surrender, tempting me to abandon hope and positivity. In contrast, I yearn for its liberation, hoping that it, too, might learn true peace.
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