January 3, 1972 10:03
Something tries to stir inside of me, but I ignore it. Nothing can make me go back. Not after...I can't remember, because I pushed away my memories. It would hurt to much to bring them back. I can't bring him back. Nothing could make me bring him. But a crack of light fills my cave of solitude. I block it out.
-Esther
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Nothing Left
Teen FictionBlank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm st...
