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She speaks only truth.

It came over so fast, those thoughts I've been trying to push out for so long.

Distractions kept it at bay, kept the mind wondering for more, more for this world and more of the new and less of before, before those times and those promises less of the pain they inflected.

If truth be told I do wonder, but I mustn't let it cloud my judgement, the progress you've made she says "the wounds have healed but the scares are deep, I know poor child its been hard and you question everyone and everything but please, just breathe, the scares will fade in time just look at your wrist".
She speaks only truth for she's had my back, following my every foot step, knowing my whereabouts and keeping this shameful secret.

The mind goes cloudy with noise, the tension is too much at times, rest isn't on the menu neither is laughter once promised or tales of history being made.

"Forget the dwellings" she says, "they only cover the darkness over head, time will tell the outcome, maybe there all right, but for your sake I hope not dear friend, it's happened one too many times".

Silence fills the room.
The mind relaxed for once.
The body now understands it's time to move.

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