Did the light really exist?

I haven't wrote a new post in two years. I guess because writing was my was of processing things and if I don't write, than maybe it wasn't real.... Right?

I've lost my light. I knew it was a matter of time before the feeling would fade anyway, and once it did, I would have to face the real me. And at that time, nothing scared me more. I guess I thought I had been in the light long enough that maybe it had changed who I am. Maybe I could re-create myself into something more... But I knew better. I knew it even more when caught myself looking for him, and then again when I found him. And finally, when he made it dark again.

The girl inside is a monster. She's pain. She's torment. But worst of all, she's chaos. I loathe being trapped in here. I hate the sound of her voice. I hate her thoughts. I hate what she wants, and who she's been. I miss my light. My light that someone stole from me. Just yanked it out of my chest as if it were just up for the taking. I fear being alone with her. The more silent it is, the louder she becomes. I want to run, pretend I can escape her. Pray that she won't find me. But who am I kidding? There's no way to escape yourself. I wish I could find out how he did it. His light scared her, it changed her, it saved her. But then he disappeared and she found her way out and back to the darkness, where she has been all this time. Trapping me in this hell that just keeps getting worse. If she continues to take over, I know I'll soon die here.

To be continued....

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