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I spawned. The trees were swaying second by second, flirting with the welcoming breeze. From until then, when I used my bare hands to cut down a tree, scratching the edges of my fingers fragile skin, until now, others telling me I'm crazy. It was a flash. A quick second flash, faster than the blink of an eye. It caught my attention at the corner of my eyes just a few weeks ago. It was that. I told my parents, friends, and neighbors, no one listened. I'm sitting here, or maybe I'm forced to sit here, is the right term. In the therapists office, chained to the sofa. How do I explain. How do I explain, that.
(WARNING- THIS STORY IS VERY OLD. WILL NOT CONTINUE.)