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WHAT TO DO WHEN THE DARK STARTS CALLING
Don’t say you’re fine. Every lie amplifies its siren’s call.
Play music. The soft sort. The sort that sounds like lullabies and freedom, maybe a pinch of adrenaline.
Work. Anything is enough to plug your ears, dull the dark’s edge.
Lie. It’ll amplify it, but we’re all masochists here, aren’t we?
Punch something. A wall, maybe. The blood looks like eyes. The pain feels like teeth.
Don’t say you’re fine. Fine doesn’t mean a damn anymore, anyways. It’s a cop out, a run out, a blindfold.
Close your eyes.
Close your ears.
It can’t get you here.