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Here, in Cold Hell.


darkling

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Everyday I wake up filled with dread. 

Will today be the day I get horrible news about my mother. She's fallen. She's died. I dread calling to check up on her. This holiday season will be cold, bleak, full of anxiety and fear.

Days are getting darker, in more than one sense. This downward spiral is endless. No beauty, no hope.

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