Him
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Three days ago, I opened a pocket inside of my wallet. A place I hadn't looked inside of in a long time. I was met with an old friend. A very old friend who I hadn't seen in years. I didn't even know he was in there. My old friend was very sharp and cold to me all those years ago. Thats why I stopped things with him. I can't believe that he never left. He was right in my pocket and he's been controlling my life all along.
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Yesterday, I was on the bathroom floor sobbing. Bloody and bruised. cuts all over my body. Deep gashes in my forehed from falling over. I feel the devil coming to collect my soul.
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Today, I am in the depths of some other world. It was all for nothing, all that hard work I put into myself to strain myself from going back to him.
