I am molested by the concept that the past events of one's life
creates an individuals reality. Further more, haunting thoughts
of a cursed life full of havoc and despair begets the life I lead.
Whisper of joyous moments may weave temporary fortune in
my life but despairs cloak has always hovered over head, dooming
all glimmers of hope for the freedom of its grasp. I am alone in
a world of evil and evil has taken my hand leading me to my end.
Words & Image: Marlo Suderski
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