why didn’t I trust him?
When I was a kid I would see him in my dreams. Sometimes I wouldn’t know if I was awake or still dreaming. Sometimes I still don’t. He didn’t try to harm me, but I was afraid. I didn’t trust him. Why was he always there? I convinced myself he lived in that house. But everywhere I went, he followed me. Grown ups said it was my imagination. The loneliness of not being believed. I never felt so alone. I don’t ever want anyone to feel like that again. |
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