The day I completely lost myself.
I just remember waking and feeling like someone or something else had inhabited my body, my mind. I knew I was still mostly me on the outside. That much was evident. But the person staring at me in the mirror, the blank eyes, that wasn't someone I recognized. If the eyes were windows to the soul, my blinds were drawn tight.
I no longer dealt with the darkness.
I was the darkness.
I had become the one thing that I feared the most. For him, I had made the ultimate sacrifice. I was saying evil things, doing evil things, and scaring everyone that I held closest to me.
I had feared that my darkness would spread like a vicious contagion. But no ones evils ever came close. None ever dealt with the same evils I had wandering in the darkest parts of my soul.
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