We are back.
If you foolishly believed that the summer breeze swept us away, that talking and good humor killed us, that your every waking moment is no longer our territory, you are wrong.
We are a force that cannot be silenced by optimism. We are the bottled up frustrations that pop on every instance of second-guessing. We are the reality denied by your so-called friends and family, the very people that push you over the ledge.
We are the ashes of every cigarette stick, the remaining spirit in every discarded alcohol bottle, the shapeless dark entities in every chemical high.
We are the monsters hiding under the beds in your every childhood memory, the noise on the other side of the door, the embrace that never came after a nightmare chill.
We are the stranger lurking in the dark alley, the knife longing to rape your genitals, the barbed wires racing to entangle your throat.
We are the ghosts of your murdered hopes and dreams, the poltergeists of your failures.
Don't look back, we are right behind you.
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