Till the End of Dawn

"safe is the word i can describe my past...." decmember 30th, 2019 in the summer greens of june, college students prepare for the new year's as it was to be the best new year's ever.

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Rein and Sunrise

Reliving my past, every painful day after another. staring at the huge scar, invisible on my heart. glaring at the large star, ever visible in the night chart. holding the bleeding wound, staring at the rivulets between my fingers.

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Won't back down

I will not let my past devour me and i will not back down to protect myself. i was once like a deer in the headlights but now i'm a strong and confident doe and now i feel slightly like a strong buck with an iron will and nerves of steel.

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Old Man No More

A relic from my past. i do not know when i started dreaming but i felt the warm light melting into me. it was strange as if i was being devoured and my heart skipped in fear as the sensation kept growing. is this dying?

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(Dream Journal) I Miss You Rachel

I started thinking that i was still the predator from my past chasing down my helpless prey who was my wife. the woman from reality looked behind at me with concern as i started salivating. i spoke out to her as if she was rachel.

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Same Old, Same Old

Through taking stock, i found a suit not worn collecting dust, a ghost of my past trying to burn me down, and a mind filled with loneliness. i am a slave to routines, and a dog to my fears.

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Bonds of Love (3)

I'm telling you my past" he gives me another kiss and i kiss back. i tell him "love you" and he said "i love you too."

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Doors and Cars

Struggling to stay afloat amongst debris of my past and present. the pocket of precious air ever-decreasing. my life flashes before my eyes, ah how i'd love to stop my kicking. ah, how i would treasure all this to end, for that door to finally open.

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Remembering The Past

Remembering the past "my past is not a memory, it's a force at my back. it pushes and steers.

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A Noir- Prolouge

She pouted as i brushed past her, i would tell you her name, but that is a part of my past i don't want to uncover, not even to myself.

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Lament of the Moon S&H - Ch.06: The First Strike - Ep05

I hope it's none of my past lovers starving for some wanderlust!" panja remarked as he checked the unknown number flashing on his phone screen, with just a few rings remaining before it had to disconnect. "i don't want you to get jealous, hazzy!"

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1-7

You don't want to know what all haunts my past, and i'm not particularly in the mood to admit too much of it."

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