Breaking leaves of the past, crumpling them into a million
pieces, stomping on them, trying to pound them into oblivion
so they can never be seen again.
Hatred welling up, out of focus, blaming self, contaminating
reality and everything around.
Desire running deep, intensely draining life from inside,
maiming and killing an innocent personality.
Reliving ancient tribulations daily through scattered fragments
of memory.
Images flitting about, taunting, harassing, striking without
warning, piercing deeply the mind of a child.
Sololy separating the reality of life and storing it away for
good.
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