'And when i couldnt sleep at night,

scared that things wouldnt turn out right.'

Doors slamming, screams of harshness.

Felt that familar sense of abhorrence,anger and hate swell and surge up in me.

How could they actually be like that?

God.

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Memories.

when you try to revive them, it all seems so impossible. the stong waves just push you further into the present, where everything is different. ):

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'It's all part of a grander plan, that is coming through.'

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Misses*