When the demons come—and they always do, don’t they?—they come in many shapes and sizes.
Sometimes, the demons come for me in my nightmares, especially this time of year. Those voices screaming out in horror reverberate through my consciousness. They pierce my reality in various forms.
Three years ago,…
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