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e at that moment I didn't know how to. The ability to concentrate or focus on anything was absolutely impossible when that taunting piece of past dangled in front of my ey

ly yellowing edges, was immense. At the same time, I wanted it nowhere near me. I wanted to burn it, to tear it into bits and pi

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had decided to play against me as it tried to open the chest of drawers in the dark corner of the room, searching thr

d night unless I found an inefficient yet working way to live. Closing my eyes was a futile attempt to wipe that p

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ed the way my body shook with fear and pain and agony and everything else he wanted me to feel. There was no denying the truth now

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istance, too occupied to even look at the camera...or, " Drawing out the silence, he waited for anothe

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s words until it clicked in and my eyes darted across the picture to find any evidence to the words he just said so

ere blurry even before I could clearly see the face which was not turned tow

lap, came in front of me and used both of his hands to wipe my silent tears away. I didn't look away from the picture and kept sta

ground by the invisible tendrils of past that held

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g me feel things that I felt ever so often. Just the mere difference is that I was kept submerged and dr

he tears from dripping down my cheeks and clearly showing him that I was being affected. That he succee