Fatal
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It feels like I’m being tortured with the best times of my life by being reminded that I can never get them back and things are never going to be like they were. The old, happy me is lost and trapped inside of a cage, banging on the doors, and screaming to be let free while searching for the missing key. The key, though, is locked inside of the old me and the only way to get it back is to tear myself apart. I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk, but I’m going to find out soon enough. I’m only one heartbreak away from shattering completely, so it shouldn’t be long now. If you listen closely, you can hear the sadness and despair in the lost soul’s screams.
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My name is Nolan Moore and something special happened to me. Or at least that is what the psychiatrist calls it. I think it was disturbing, too horrific for words. What happened to me was something that keeps me up at night. Sometimes I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours, even days. I get shivers down my spine even writing this down, but I have a feeling that I will be gone soon. So, if you read this, then you get a glimpse of my soul. I pray that before the end of my story I will get forgiveness for everything I have done. Just remember I did this because I thought it was the best thing at the time. Clearly, it wasn't. Time is a thin line floating between what was and what will be. It's flowing through space hoping to reach an end. Normally whenever someone makes a choice, time itself splits and although we don't feel a thing, it still happens, nonetheless. But now something happened that had never happened before. Two new lines that were created flowed alongside each other through the endless void, seeking their old one. They were never supposed to collide, but one strange afternoon everything went wrong. The three timelines hit each other dead on. Three people ended up on an island, three exactly the same people.

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