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Closing in on all sides They surround me I clutch close my candle In the dead of night Keeping them at bay I arm my cannons And fortify my walls To protect the waning flame within However, despite my defenses, I forget not to create a door To let in the light But They disguise themselves Sneak in behind smiling masks Ready and waiting to strike Until… They swarm me Leave me beaten and battered I can't do it anymore The course feel of the rope The sensation of weightlessness It hurts, but pleasure out weights pain My candle has been extinguished Never to be relit

The wind howled as (y/n) walked down the street, long (h/c) hair blowing in the wind. She had left work late, and was in a hurry to get home. Quickening her pace, she turned a corner and bumped into someone, letting out a small “oof” as she got her bearings. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking and-” She paused, and looked up into the one of the most recognizable faces on earth: Markiplier. “Oh, it’s fine,” he said. “I should be the one apologizing, I ran into you. I guess I’ll make it up to you some other way, since you already apologized.” “N-no, it’s

[A/N:Slightest bit of cursing this one, nothing too major, Hope you like it!] *Ding dong* I got up to answer the door. "Hey Jack!" I greeted my friend enthusiastically. "Hey Raven!" Jack greeted me with just as much enthusiasm. We came in and sat down on my couch, and Jack placed the Starbucks he brought with him on the coffee table. "So, how have you been?" He asked me. "I've been well, I've been well. I got a haircut, as you can see," I showed off my now waist  length hair, "How bout you?" I replied "I've been good. Kinda glad you got your hair  cut. It was getting a little ridiculous," Jack responded. "Yeah. Knee-length ha