“Learning of one's past is the biggest secret to keep, because it's now understood,
Why they are this way.”
Emily
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Hidden memory:
The flame behind those blues was once calm and kind, or maybe I just didn't the light. He was always nice, happy and smiling- the same emotions he took from me in the long run.
I was told to that he loves me. He cares for me. He'll protect me and always obey his instructions. This was drilled into my young mind by my parents- the reason for my loss.
So when he approached, I remained seated. When he asked, I complied. I agreed to his every word which lead to me and him, under the sheets.
He used twisted words and opened the legs of an seven year old, playing with an unexplored area and the main cause of an out of body experience, she doesn't understand.
That seven year old is me, Emily Wilder.
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Life In Fragments || Completed✔
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