Haunting Pasts

...When you turn a page in a book and somehow get a familiar smell that takes you back to your past, it startles you.

Almost as if my own past is my deepest fear and I would give anything for it to stay locked forever in its little box. The suffocation of it all is causing me to fall ill, I'm losing my sight, Oh God, I can't breath, "Please, help me, God!"


My screams drowned out by the rope that's holding me by one thread. I call it my past.





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