Chapter 23 Mathew
I was giving into the insanity, fearing those horrible moments of clarity. I would start to feel my guilty conscience like a weight pulling me to the bottom of an abyss. Dark, crushing weight all encompassing. If I acted out of hatred and villainy, I would no longer feel that immense pressure. Watching others suffer gave me solace in my own mind. The days and days reliving my death was partly to blame. The pain stayed constant as each night I drowned—my soul begging to be let go. It was in these moments where I would reach the peak of my sanity. Someone isn’t meant to suffer like this. I know I cannot survive my death much longer. Yet the hatred I held in my heart was overpowering and clouding my vision. I could not see a path that would lead me out of this hell. I was trapped. I could onl
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