If you think you did something terrible? Would you tell?
I live a small life: a one-bedroom apartment, clothes that help me blend into the background, just a few friends who don’t know my whole story. Everything has to be simple, ordered, in its place.
It gives me the illusion that I’m in control. Even though I know I never can be.
Twenty years ago, I lost everyone I ever loved, and they say it was all my fault.
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