How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?
-Unknown.
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The past is a horrible word, specially, when your past contains memories that are best kept buried.
Chaos, screams and violence surrounds me.
As I sat there, attached to an electric chair with different tubes connected with the upper part of my head. I could feel the claws of darkness reaching out, gripping me in its horrible grasp and trying to pull me deeper into the chasm of my past. The room started spinning, my eyes fluttering as I struggled to keep myself in present and in check. The walls melted into a blur of shapes and colors, as the machine that Cillian had hooked me up to continued its relentless assault on my mind.
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound escaped, or maybe it did but never reach
