Writing this I’m in the worst state, my mind is all but shattered and splintered into sharp fragments that poke and prod every inch of the inside of my head. I’m writing this in hopes to warn others from seeing what I’ve seen. He who traverses the woodland of white, spiny trees have no hope to ever be sane again.
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