All My Fault
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Last published Thu, Dec 17, 2020
I run and run through the dark night, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Voices fill my head, hateful and accusatory. I see the shadows around me moving, closing in on me. Paranoia takes over and I collapse onto the pavement. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, my breathing is shallow and I feel like I'm being choked.My hands enclose my throat as I try to breathe through my mouth, but I can't. Stomach churning, I bend forward, retching out the fluids building up inside. I feel like I'm dying. Maybe I am. Is this karma?
"It's not your fault Hayley, none of this is"
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