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In the deep dark recesses of my soul resides pain and torment. Pain and torment that my mind hides; torturing me, tormenting me, gnawing away at my very existence, but all the while protecting me from the memories of my past.
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Knowing I can not hold back these memories any longer, I cry and beg for relief as I try to remember. Suddenly, the flood gates to my subconscious open, spilling out recollections from my past. Recollections so horrible that I feel my life might end, will end, must end. If not on it's own, then by my own hand...
