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When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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WAL
Sinking
Stolen
Deeper
Darkness
Gets
Becoming
Easier
Dead

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I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
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