Shelby Chisler

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There was a familiar darkness attaching itself to my thoughts like a graft of skin, a bleakness I believed would simply unpeel itself if I let enough time pass. But these thoughts were becoming more intense, as if my usual mental narration had been replaced with its evil twin. This character had been so active in its fight against me that I couldn’t sleep even when I’d decided to.
Small Joys
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