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Dread is a suffocating kiss I can't break. It's a crushing hug that won't let go. It's a whisper in my ear that does not stop. It's fingers locked in a painful grip.
Dread, when it comes, is all encompassing and vague. Untitled, with no description and no author—it just is. Unprovoked, yet it retaliates with a grudge. It slowly paints layer upon layer of cement on the surface of my lungs, making each breath harder to take.
Dread is a narcissist and cruel.