His mind was always bright now; the brightness, present when the horrible thoughts were absent, and the piercing, blinding light that always came when he felt that suffocating, paralyzing, soul-crushing sense of doom that anything that happened could and would be his fault. He just wanted a bit of silence, that ounce of control that he constantly fought for. Contains OCD.
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