I’m back. And sometimes I wonder if I ever really left.
So, I’m not… well, at least I think i’m not.
But was I?
The blood falling down my legs to the bathroom floor, was that my baby? Did I kill her with cigarettes, coffee, alcohol and stress? Was that rei? The baby sister jingoy accused me of neglecting in my dream?
I felt like I lost something that day.
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