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Submitted to Contest #303
Trigger Warnings: Emotional trauma, dissociation, implied abuse.I do not know my name,I only know how to haunt my father's grave.I did not used to be the Nightgirl. I did not used to have a home.There were the four walls— wood— and when I inhaled, it touched my tongue,tasting of everything sweet and bitter.The inviting woods. But then, also a house. A confinement.Home would be happiness, I imagined.Maybe I saw it in a dream.I stepped into the next room, those walls engulfed me anew. Yet, still the same.I felt it, the slow thrum under my feet...
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