Fragments of a Little Star
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I try to never linger in the past because I get sucked back into a hellish world filled with lies, tears, and blood. I have truly lost myself back there and still remain in the darkness of my memories. Here I write these words and I let my wounds reopen and bleed out all of my withheld emotions. Escaping and hiding, that's all I have been doing when it comes to my past creeping back up on me. I hope you're ready, because this world I'm going to paint for you has very little light within it.
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