The darkness lurked in the shadows of my mind, prowled in the alleys of my soul, tainted my innocence, and held me captive over time. The voices and their relentless internal commentary, the demons that slept within me, the villains that kissed their knuckles right before they touched my cheek.
Winter had allowed me to master the art of domestication. I summoned the beast, held it in my palms, and tamed it. I found delicacy in melancholy, magnificence in broomsticks, melodies in moans, and both permission and antidote in apples.
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