Stranger Within

What of my dreams that most cannot comprehend? The psychosis of obscurity that dwells within the very core; mysterious inklings flooding every dimension I choose to step into. What of my thoughts that paint the skies with my eccentric but true color? The romance with darkness that makes people lament and be horrified with the thought that I belong to the unknown and the nameless.

What of my existence?




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