User talk:MissMystic

"Where am I?" That's what everyone asks themselves when their memory can't tell them. You're asking me if I know where you are? Honestly, I don't even know when, or how you got here. But I can tell you that I've been here for centuries. Who am I? I'm the darkness that lurks within. I'm the mist that makes you blind. I'm the creepy spider on your wall. I'm the clown in the circus next door. I'm the scary swishing sound at night. I'm the fear in your little fragile mind. I'm the push, that makes you fall. I'm the rainy days, in the years to follow. I'm the blackness in a hollow hole. I'm the person that whispers to you from behind. Who am I? I'm the insanity in your human heart.

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