In a pond where I used to swim, seaweed would wrap around my ankle and pull me under. It’s strange how I could find comfort in something everyone saw as evil. It was only until the seaweed pulled me under and refused to let me go that I realized I was not immune. Just when I thought there was good. The evil was there, I just couldn’t see it until it tried to drown me.

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