Rewind


My pain is a bullet.
Situations are like a gun waiting to put me through it.
I would be lying if I said I ever heard any trigger warnings.
Inner demons start reviving dead stories. Knowing I already killed them; I already been through mourning.
They say, "you know your favorite subject is History. Why don't we put this and that on the big screen? While I'm playing this, your made-up scenarios and history can make the perfect chemistry.
Take part in a wicked Game.
Some things just need to be tamed.
Take control of the gun, put it into your head. Click
Scene one
Click Scene two
click click boom.

"See, I told you, your favorite subject is history, so why not keep it on repeat."

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Our mind, in my opinion, is the most dangerous place to be. Especially when certain traumas still affect us in our daily lives.