Me, But Not

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I can't chance it. I've held him back this long, nothing must get in the way. No matter what happens. If he were to get out...
Well I can't even imagine. One thing I know is that no one must know that that half exists. I don't want to be thought of as crazy. I must survive. That's why I separate myself from others. I know what he's capable of and I know I can't control him. And so here I sit writing to keep sane. Barely holding on, just barely holding on. Every now and then I feel it, the rage. It's... It's overwhelming, overpowering. All it would take is one thing, one little thing to tip the scale

#horror #mental-illness #psychological-horror #split-personality

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