hello from the shadow lurking in the corner
it starts with a story, a bottle of whiskey, a fucked-up childhood, and hunger. for food. for affection. even the wrong kind. it manifests and warps and forms into ever-growing shadows – the following kind – that remind you, at a moment’s notice, that you’re not safe. not really. have you ever been safe, you […]
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