“I start to feel lost, the darkness creeping into my…” — Morbid at 22:08
“I start to feel lost, the darkness creeping into my vision, and I wake up audibly crying out for my mom and just sit there in the dark trying to catch my breath and hoping also I didn't wake up the kiddo I'd fallen asleep next to because moms. So I didn't die sucked into thick oblivion, but Miss Frances had. I again…”
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