Faith and decision.
Leaving those that burden us to move forward.
Frailty of the human mind. Emotional contagion. The flip side of the soft-spoken, polite child. The lost of innocence. Fearful sleep in the dark. The urge for a release. The wail that is swallowed by forced silence.
The last meeting's memories irrecoverable, recreating the sensation of the past by referring to fragmented, biased recollections.
My right hand's getting numb, but I have no intention to move from this small, cramped white room. The dimming light, the familiar music, the scent from before lingers.
No, it is as if I am facing the past once again.
Leaving those that burden me to move forward.
I am sorry that I cut our connection short, best friend. I am sorry that I toyed with your feelings and manipulated the events just to make you vulnerable. I am sorry that I took advantage of the situation and used you to enact a plan of revenge onto someone that was our mutual friend.
Now I will do my hardest to not do that anymore. I thought I can handle the guilt until I die, but it seems like this guilt will be the death of me.
The false deity pierced with the offering flowers and laughed. He sneered and shouted before fading into nothingness.
'You are a mere figment of our mind. We made you appear, and now we made you disappear.'
It's as if the me that talks to other people and the me that keeps quiet are two different people. What do I fear, what can I fear? There's nothing but imagination that others are going after my throat.
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