Some days come and go without a sound. Others pass by with barely a whisper but they shake us to our bones, to our soul, to our heart.</p>
<p>Depression, madness, rage are born from this silence. The quiet consumes our thoughts, preys on our fears, invokes in us a primal, unquenchable anger.</p>
<p>Please end. Please never come. Please be gone. This hollow hole of a being will falter finally.
A progressive, chilling story about a woman's shattered world. Newest additions will be posted on the front page. Feel free to stop by as the story continues to unfold.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Day By Day
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