I know the terror of waking from a nightmare to the comfort of the person you were horrifically dreaming of losing,

and then losing them in reality after several occasions of the dream.

That is fear.

That is power.

Subconscious manipulation of inherent aim.

Manifested by underlying will to face all hell.

Slave to suicide in the simplest sense.

Self inflicted wounds make stronger scars.

They are more focused than stray shots.

This is what haunts my thoughts.

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