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Sometimes I still see her around, in coffee shops talking to strangers, following people home. Sometimes I see her in the mirror, in the negative aspects of myself I can't help but highlight, waiting for me to fall back into our old ways.
Everyday, I have to fight to keep her at bay. It's getting easier, I guess. She will always be there, waiting, but I am not fighting alone anymore. There are people who love me and are rooting for me to get better. And everyday I promise them: I am trying.
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Drifter
Short StoryThere is no greater predator than the human mind. *** A series of conversations between a person and a manifestation of her psychological demons. *#790 in short story 11/02/17*
