I long for Darkness. I pray for death, real death. And if I thought that in death I would meet the people I knew in life, I don’t know what I would do. That would be the ultimate horror, the ultimate nightmare. If I thought I was gonna meet my mother again an’ start all of that over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to that would be the final nightmare.
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