Desire of Solitude

I remember the day like it was yesterday, but truth be told it was years ago. I still think about it every second of every day. It's funny how one small choice leads to another. It's like a row of dominoes. One falls, and the others are soon to follow. Even ig there is space in between, someone somewhere will start the ripple all over again. Honestly. the thought of that scares me. I sit up at night thinking "What if it starts again?" If it starts again this tme I will not sit around and watch as the world around me collapses. I will try to stop it before it's all to late.

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The memories from that one day,years ago, haunt me like ghost. I try to look past it, try to move on. Nothing works. I promise you nothing works. I've never actually told anyone what happened on that one day in particular, partly because I've been scared too. I could never bring myself around to telling someone. It didn't feel right. Maybe because it's just not my story to tell. But then again, whose is it? There's nobody left that knows the full truth. If there was, I wouldn't be alone.