Try to catch up, I saw my younger self, well that was me the momment that happend, with a woman in a small room I assume it was the rest room. She was dead. the momment I started realizing the situation, the man bursted into the room, he had a knife I was dead.
I woke up could still feel the pain in my leg, grandma was sleeping next to me, I was a little bit of scared, not willing to see that dream again, I went back to sleep.
Well, you see. I was about six or seven years old when that happend It took me years to give that dream a second thought, the only thing I know is that I Died at a pretty young age in fact the thought or even realization that everything is temporary, made me who I am today.
I have a soul after all.
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Blue Velvet
Historical FictionFollows the life of Lizzy, Jack the Ripper case, the Victorian era. Poetry, history, Serial killers "Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality."
