Twisted Nostalgia
I watched as the flames licked the dry timbers of what used to be my childhood home.
My stomach filled with sadness, not for the loss of the building, but for the fact that it had taken so long to happen.
I was forever jumping at shadows full of fear and shame.
No more would those shadows haunt me. I turned my back on the flames with a faint smile touching my lips.
The fire cleansed the horrors of the past, but would it cleanse the mark I now bore on my consciousness?
Only time would tell…
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