Writing from Character’s 1's perspective
Every day. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of her. Of how things were. If I could take it back, I would. But I can’t. I have to live with the knowledge that I murdered my sanity. I shattered my dream world. And why? Because of my addiction. Many times have I tried to kick the stuff, but never has it worked. I miss her. I drink to forget what I did. Ironic isn’t it. I lost her because of my drinking; I started drinking because of my brother’s death. I am responsible for all that has happened. If only I had not run away, if only I had stayed to help fight, he might still be here, and I would still live in Utopia. But I cannot change the past. I drink to forget. I know I have said all this before. But I will never forget.
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