Aunt always had a saying, "Go too far without thinking and you'll drown" I'm not sure why I am thinking of her or that stupid saying. She died a few days after my 13th birthday after the flames engulfed her and everything she ever cared for, besides myself I suppose. I never knew that leaving the gas on would cause such a beautiful symphony of colors, sounds or reactions. Is that the reason I'm stuck in this miserable state? I'm sure there is more to it but I can't recall any, I can't recall my own voice, my childhood, my parents...wait do I have parents? It has always just been me since day 1 which was...honestly I can't remember the day I was a lone. Every time I close my eyes I just remember my very own symphony. I desire to have other stained eyes than my very own especially since my once white canvas is growing more and more into a red canvas. The day I told myself to call it quits should have been the day I was going to look into a normal life but my sudden realization that I don't truly know the explanation of a normal life should have been my alarm.
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Restraint
HorrorWhat happened to me? Why can't I move? Why is that when I see white or a happy person I see Red and anger? *Only the beginning, will upload new material little by little, NOT COMPLETE YET*
