52 Sleepless Nights

The Grim reaper’s scythe isn’t to harvest your soul, he’s there to protect you from the monster in wait.

There is a painting in my house during the day that turns into a window at night.

I can hear the last words that were spoken by everyone who has ever died in a room.
It’s never been so loud as here.

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