It happens when you are all happy and satisfied and having the best of your times but the little part of you resurfaces.
It's the part that you hated, a part which makes you toss and turn in bed. That little part of your younger self is like a blood thirsty python. It takes its fangs out in the dark of night and injects it's poison into you, paralysing you, drowning you in despair, something that is beyond your control.
To win yourself back the only choice you have is to smother the younger you dead. Kill it with your bare hands, throw it into the deepest and darkest alleys of your mind so that the present you can live...
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