" I had the same dreams again before I went bad."
" That was two weeks ago."
" I couldn't sleep so I was bad and my demons came. I couldn't stop from hurting myself."
" You will be okay now. I am here."
" Why you did not show up after that day?"
" I hadn't had a chance."
I felt his hair in my hands and played with them like he did with mine. Curled them slowly with my fingers.
I could not have told him what they did to me. He would have been too sad that way.
I cared him much that I didn't.
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