The HappeningAnd this? This he could remember. The constants in his life began when the sun rose but never made another appearance until it set. He waited throughout the day for this happening because it was the last string of sanity that he could grip onto. When the sun disappeared and the shadows lengthened? Well that was when depression would sneak its hands around his neck and into his memory, removing yet another thing that he wanted to keep safe forever.He was afraid to sleep.Afraid because when he woke up another thread of normality had gone. And even though the sun rose, the gaps in-between and the hours he had to wait to see it sink, grew wi
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