Till the Day I Die

Till the Day I Die

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I was eighteen years old. It was my senior year in high school, and every day was a struggle. I couldn't sleep at night, and couldn't function during the day. The same thoughts, the same what if's constantly haunted me. My life was just a canvas of the shades of despair, worry and sadness. Then one day the canvas turned red. And suddenly that was all I could see. Red. Red from my anger. Red from her hair. Red from the video. Red from my fall. And just as quickly as it came, all the color left. There was no more red, no more light blue or even a touch of gray. My canvas was blank. My life had been doused with bleach. I didn't remember for years. Even now, lucid moments are rare. This is the story of Evelynn Wade and the man she loved.
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Forgetting something you know you're supposed to remember is very annoying, but what happens if that something or someone is important. Like let's say you forgot the guy your head of heels for and the supposed to be best friend that is apparently some psychopath trying to kill you. Oh and your living with the thought that the person you're supposed to be in love with is just a forgotten burnt memory which is tearing him apart to. It sucks severely because I can't even remember the damn day or my mother. I've lost everything I knew and loved. Let me start over. My name is Page and this is how I lost my memory and part of my life... What happens when hate and lies mix? Well let's just say things get dirtied red. (Is getting rewritten but feel free to read)

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