"Too often," Vanessa replied, a raised eyebrow seeming to ask whether there was another possible answer. "But they're not loud, my demons. They're insidious. They sow their seeds, and come to water them. They don't stomp in demanding my attention. They whisper in the shell of my ear, wearing the faces of everyone I've loved."
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Date: 2016-12-02 02:01 am (UTC)