Darker.

I told myself to stop. Just stop all this. Quit it.
But there is always something inside here, telling me to keep going.
I can feel that I'm leaving myself. I'm changing.
Darker. Wicked. Heartless.
Should I be scared?
This change. To an extent it somehow soothes me.
Maybe I prefer it to be this way.
It's calmer this way.

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