A darkened house...at least in MY eyes...Can't remember barely the slightest nuance of even the dinner table, fire-place...bathroom...hardly anything...I just knew where I slept (ha) was below my youngest brother...Were they having night-mares too? Via some loud screaming in the next room...where THEY...those people, carried on night after night...?...My tongue used to swell...(don't ask me how)..I suppose it was some psychological aberration...I used to have to work sooo hard to make it go away while dark and scary faces swirled about me in some sort of half/awake, half/dreamlike state....
Reason for writing:
I guess I should stop now.
Birth sign: Pisces
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