Faded Memory

Faded Memory

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I don't know what happened. Well, I know what happened. I just don't know why he's changed. He's hiding something. I can tell. Back then, we were so close. Best friends, actually. I stood up for him when he got bullied. He stood up for me, when some asshole would flirt with me. We protected each other from the bad. We also had this other friend. Peter Parker. I'm still friends with him to this day... Not Harry though. Yes, Harry as in Harry Osborn. Honestly, I miss being friends with him. He was always so... funny and sweet. I really do miss him. Back then, he's all I had, and I screwed that up. Now, he just... a faded memory.. and so am I. "I mean nothing to you... That's why you left!!" "You mean everything to me, Cara.." "Then, why'd you leave..?" "I had to...That doesn't mean you're a faded memory to me.. I never ever forgot you. I promise..."
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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