Its not finished, hasn't been for awhile...but I might just get around to finishing it if I find it worth my while.
Intro:
We were in her office again. Same office, nothing had changed. Same green plants, same white paint, same dimmed lighting, and same woman behind the desk. Had I changed? I though I was the same last month, she claimed I wasn’t, but I knew I was. No one knew I was two layers, no one knew one was hidden behind the other. No one knew until that one week…which I could not remember.
“Do you remember?” she asked again. I replied to the negative, again. “Do you want to remember?” she asked again. I paused, like I all ways did, and thought about it. Did I want to remember? I repeated the question over and over in my head, I honestly did not know if I wanted to remember. I woke up every night from nightmares of blood, but the dream was a blur, I could not remember. Maybe I didn’t want to. I replied, “I do not know.” As I all ways did.
She sighed, as all ways and let me
2007-01-19
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