I knew that if I looked back I'd see what I left, what I had been. Things like that are reserved for movies, the part where the main character sits down and BANG a flashback occurs.... all the scenes that they wish were deleted come back in a flood of haunting gauntness.

I'd cry if I had any more tears left, but they all left me a long time ago. Even this bed smells of destruction. I live in a pit of ruin. Some say it is all my own fault. I say I am just a particle of dust in the universe. I am a victim. I am a victim. The eternal Victim

© J. Bernhard

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