I had a dream about you last night. An oddly specific one.
I was living peacefully. Happy. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was decent enough. But, for whatever reason, you decided that simply leaving my life wasn’t enough. You persisted in publicly mocking me. For whatever reason, I was unsure myself, your derision took on a life of its own. It grew and spread, wormed its way into my life. I couldn’t go out in public, I couldn’t even leave the house, because the specter seemed to hang over everything I did.
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