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... me lingered in my mind.
‘I have to go back.’
It was like an obsession—no, it felt more like a binding or a curse. I was already aware that the thought wasn’t logical or wise. There was no valid or logical reason for why I had to return to that hellish place.
However, my desire to go back to that place felt absolute.
‘I have to go back. I have to go back. To the place where everyone is waiting for me.’
At this point, I kept repeating the same thing like a p ...
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