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Someone asks you if you remember it, and you'll tell them no; and you really believe it. The [I]truth hurts though, doesn't it? Every time you close your eyes, there's blood on your hands and it isn't yours. You're not the one who conducted each fatal blow and yet, you still find yourself responsible, a mantra if only's crossing your mind.
[I]'If only . . . I didn't freeze. If only . . . I'd grabbed the gun If only . . . I could have saved her
You blame yourself, as if you weren't only thirteen years old; you were not supposed to know the world through blood and mortality; maybe a part of you knows this , which is why you tuck this memory away and throw the away the key, hoping , yet to not avail these memories will leave you. You still remember. But also remember this:
YOU WERE JUST A KID. ❞
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Edmund —
Freddie —
Odessa —