It’s worth noting the few minutes I’ve had to spend clenching and unclenching my hands in order to regain the control of my nerves; just enough to put down in plain words, the events that continue to fester in the back my mind. Unburden the soul – that’s why people make confessions, right? I admit now that these memories continue to redevelop my childhood fear of the dark. As I write this, I realize what I’m searching for is a shared experience. Somebody who can simply say…you’re not alone. - A Cthulhu Adventus essay
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