The biggest day of my life will be playing on repeat on the dark part of my eyes when I close them all day tomorrow.

Tomorrow he will die all over again. And again, and again. Everytime I blink and breath. Eleven years.

I'm going to do my best to disappear. And I'm going to do my best to fall asleep tonight and wake up tomorrow in a somewhat put together frame of mind.

Because lately everything has been falling apart. And the walls that I build, break down, and then build again have just been crumbling in my weak yet calloused hands.

It's tomorrow...and I can feel it. And the only reason I'm looking forward to it is because it will be a relief when it's over. Because it's clawing at my skin from the inside.

And reminding me just how weak I really am.

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