Ghost from the past had reappeared, stronger than before. They hunt my dreams, my days, my nights. Everywhere I look there is a reminder of the shallow, empty person I became. I can no longer look out the window without my shadow getting in the way.
I have become everything I hate. Everything I swore no to be. I try to take the Red out but I'm a coward. I can't accept the dawn. I am afraid that everything I have imagine might be true. So I walk the edge of these two worlds. The one I created for protection and the one lurking outside, waiting to take me.
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