I fear.
I fear that I will never get over the rage, the hate, the self-loathing and regret, and continue with the pity party that I have made for myself. That there will never come a time for the past to not haunt me every month, at random times in a week, at different hours in a day. I fear... I fear that my dreams no matter how many times I think of them, will remain as that: an idea, a beautiful image at the back of my mind.
I fear.
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