Mar. 12th, 2008

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Up until a short while ago, I hadn't been down to the tunnels since I left for Japan. I didn't even visit after I came back here, because I was afraid of what it might do to me. I lived there for so long, it was like a security blanket that wrapped me like a python until I couldn't breathe any more. And I kept going back. Again and again. But not this time. I stayed as far away from my tunnels as I could manage.

And then I went back, because a friend needed help. I breathed it in, rubbed the soft parts of my hands pink against the walls, and saw the dark corners where I used to hide. I went back. But then, I left. I left the bones behind, and I didn't feel guilty about it.

Quick! Somebody go look up progress before I relapse.

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Sarah Morlocke

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