Kingdom Of Coexistence

There’s a race going on inside of me, a race between who survives. The distant silhouette of dark ink in the canvas of loneliness, and the barely existent rough sketch that occasionally partakes in society’s daily grind. Monsters do not share the joy of blending in, monsters are monsters who were destined to grieve through the shadows, they die always diving into the unknown. But they can still play their part, depending on which kind of monstrosities they can refine and deepen the not so living world.

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Author's Note

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