Chapter 22: When Love Became a Memory

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Nightmare.


Nightmares, those terrifying dreams, often symbolize unresolved issues, fears, or anxieties.
They can be a way for the mind to process difficult emotions or experiences. 

"You handled it so well."
No. I didn't.
I went insane, lost spark, bled in silence,
shattered in private, and wore a smile that
lied better than any mask could.

But no one noticed.

Maybe I should absquatulate.



Nightmares are dreams too.

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