sloanemadison
It covered your identity. The black cotton that hid your horrible actions, and protected you. It isolates me, making me alone, with evil. With your hood, you were no longer a person. Just a horrible memory that I have nightmares of over and over again. Not knowing who you are ruins me. I guess that’s why I’m so messed up; what you did that changed my life forever. Only in my dreams are you wearing your shield.
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