I still can't talk about this. This thing that hangs over me, casting preternatural shadows. It's like a bad habit, always with me. Sometimes it creeps into my day, making me demure. I have feared that the only way to relieve my existence of this persistent abhorrence is death.
Something must die to be reborn as something else. I want this feeling of hopelessness to die, along with he who caused it. And once it is over, my fear, hate, hopelessness, and jaded impurity can die with him. I just need someone to speak the truth where I can hear it.
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