Flashes of her past life
Coming into focus
Cannot deny the past
Pupils dilate
Cold sweat breaks out across her body
Blood shot eyes
Bloody knuckles
Her blood
The knife
A fist in her face
A scream escapes her white lips
A gruesome memory. The kind that is hard to put away. Horrible in its manifestation. It must end with time. GW62
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Horrible flashbacks. Such memories better not to be remembered but one can not escape from the past life.