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Just something my brain was screaming at me to write. It's odd and incoherrant, but I'll post it anyway.
Memories flicker through my mind and across my vision like a broken projector film. The ancient sepia frames have rotted away in places, leaving only darkness - the darkness that seeps into my soul while I slumber. The bright-dark-bright-dark wrapping light is driving me to madness, and I feel myself scream at the phantoms that haunt me. Phantoms of smiles and memories of tears I never cried are creeping into the silence I once knew. Nightmares of children I've forgotten and of a life perished before it was truly realized is grating on my mind. If only I could forget.
Memories flicker through my mind and across my vision like a broken projector film. The ancient sepia frames have rotted away in places, leaving only darkness - the darkness that seeps into my soul while I slumber. The bright-dark-bright-dark wrapping light is driving me to madness, and I feel myself scream at the phantoms that haunt me. Phantoms of smiles and memories of tears I never cried are creeping into the silence I once knew. Nightmares of children I've forgotten and of a life perished before it was truly realized is grating on my mind. If only I could forget.
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I'm glad you liked it. I'm actually considering venturing back into the world of *gasp* Original Fiction writing. So, thanks:)