Fiction: The Wreckage of My Past

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I don’t know what is going to happen. All I know is that nothing is right at the moment. I wish I could hide from it, run away, cover myself with a blank sheet of non-existence. Yet, there is nothing I can do. Wherever I go, my pain catches up with

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