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Wraithorn · 51-55, M
Like a heavy and dark cloud that descends over me. I don't usually see it coming, I just know that it has arrived and it will only leave when it pleases. It always leaves eventually. Unfortunately it also always comes back when it pleases. I'm not trying to be depressing, it just is what it is.