The following is a metaphorical story. Warning: it’s a bit dark and gritty, so please proceed with caution.
Clawing, clawing its way through.
You throw your head back and let out a howl that rips through you and threatens to as you beg the demon to go away.
It’ll listen. It’ll play docile for a while and then, when you think you’re finally free, it’ll yank off the leash, and claw its way out.
Then you have to hide.
You have to run.
Because otherwise everyone around will be hurt.
As you wonder if ending it all is the only option that you have left.
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