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The Gnawing
The beating of drums within my skull.
A mass slithering around my brain.
I can hear it.
The Gnawing
The pain at the base of the skull.
The gaps in my memories, the dead feeling.
I can feel it.
The Gnawing.
This agony grows every day.
The shadows grow longer.
It besieges my mind.
The Gnawing.
A flash of steel.
A second of pain.
I have finally ended it.
The Gnawing.
