The Revolutionaries

The Revolutionaries

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It was like someone had taken a black marker and had written the word ‘obsessed’ across my forehead for all the world to see. That one word had torn down all of my defensive walls and made me feel naked and childlike. Obsessed. I hated that word.
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I was tiered of my life. I was never happy, and I hadn’t been for a long time. I just couldn’t get that night out of my mind. It haunted me in daytime, it haunted me at nighttime. And if I ever did get the memories out of my head, even if it was just for a moment, some idiot would have to come up and ask me about that night. So really I had no choice but to leave. I was only gone for a couple of weeks, but my life changed completely.

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