Sometimes NOT knowing anything of the situation can be very comforting as days are nothing but vapor. It rises up then disappears. Shapeless. Bodyless. Painless. 

But with knowing comes pain. And fear becomes inevitable when it starts to take the form of a witch. One is forced to accept any thing served on the plate. This time, It haunts. It stabs. It kills. 


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