Labels:text | screenshot | font | number | document OCR: HE HOPED THIS TIME THE RESULTS WOULD BE DIFFERENT. DAEMON LAY IN BED IN THE SWEATY THROES OF A FEVER DREAM. BENEATH HIS EYELIDS, THE IRIS OF HIS EYES FLUCTUATED IN COLOR WHILE RAPIDLY SCANNING IN R.E.M. SLEEP. THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD CRIED OUT IN PAIN AS HIS VISION BLURRED FROM THE TEARS WELLING UP IN HIS EYES. HE SHUT HIS EYES EVEN TIGHTER AND SHUDDERED IN HORROR AS THE WORDS ECHOED IN HIS MIND ONLY NOW IT WAS HIS OWN VOICE. "YOU WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH THEN, YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH NOW DAEMON." THE VERSE REPEATED ITSELF OVER AND OVER LIKE A BROKEN HOLO-MESSAGE THAT WAS STUCK ON ONE AUDIO CLIP AS IT FLASHED THROUGH ALL OF DAEMON'S SELF-CONSIDERED FAILINGS, DOUBTS, AND FEARS. DAEMON BARED WITNESS TO ALL HIS FAILURES ESPECIALLY THOMPSON'S DEATH OVER AND OVER AGAIN HEARING DIFFERENT VOICES, INCLUD ...
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