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I don’t.
*takes a sip then points at you with the drink*
But is that what you want?
*Rests my head on my hands and stares into the drink*
It might be what I already have.
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I don’t.
*takes a sip then points at you with the drink*
But is that what you want?
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It died, but not in a morbid way. Think of it more as this me coming from the ashes of my pain before. I was cynical and couldn’t leave due to my fear. I couldn’t sleep.
*looks at you as I take a sip from a drink I made*
It’s not like I deleted all of my memory as I know of the decision I made from doing it.
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Yes, made things easier for me. I believe I would not have been able to create this if I still had those memories.
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A long time ago.
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My niece and I were held hostage, and it was a final bout that ended with his life and a lot of pain and damage for others.
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No, not by me. By my husband’s family and friends.
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Yes.
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No. Dead and gone.
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They were an incarnation of my husband that was insane. I don’t know why, but they felt it was necessary to cause all kinds of harm to his other incarnations and I was an example.
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A very long time. Years of my life.