Six Months ago, I lost my sister. Six months ago the nightmares began. His voice is a haunting reminder echoing in my head.
"I have your sisters soul."
It's a never-ending struggle. Teetering on the edge of sanity, is from the overwhelming grief, or is the reaper in my dreams real?
Jus
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