Bad thoughts

They come in the night,
slithering through the shadows of my mind. I can feel their slimy tentacles probing, searching for a way in. They are the things that lurk in the dark corners of my psyche, the monsters that hide in my subconscious. They are the things that I try to forget, but they always find a way back.

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