I hate the past
I hate all of it
Erase it from my memory
All the good things get ruined
All the bad things carry on to the future
Tossing and turning at night thinking about the pain
Unable to sleep
Too Scared to close my eyes
For fear of the past
Coming back to me every night only in my dreams
I see my dead father everywhere I go
Not as the way I should remember him, but as the way he was at his funeral
Cold, still, quiet, covered in makeup...
He looked like a zombie
And my biggest fear is when I fall asleep he will catch me and pull me into his world of death
The past is a horrible place and I'm still living in it.
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RandomThis story, book, whatever you would like to call it is about different experiences I have had in my life. Some may be very dirty and explicit, while other may be sad and depressing. But this is about me and my story and who I am.