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It was haunted. It had to be. How else could it be doing what it was doing, stealing her soul bit by bit? Evil. Sadistic. It was incessant and invasive, convincing her that the world outside was not what it seemed. Pitting her against herself, that was it...

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time has changed for me....

The day you died, leaving me forever in darkness A clock started in my mind A now cold emotionless vacuum Twenty-six years at most When my time will finish on this earth too So much work to be done, so many responsibilities To raise your son, get him marr...