I see, I hear, I feel them. They are so near that my heart trembles into my throat. The blood just wants to smash the veins into pieces, sharp pieces cutting the pain and flesh. But the fear is sweet, so sweet that makes me embrace it. So why do I cry? Because they feed with my tears and sorrow.
I thought I was walking alone through life, but I’m not. They are here. My demons. And guess what, there are some demons in everyone. Can you face them?
Copywriting: Lacramioara Vidru
Photo: Sorin Furcoi
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