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No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the movie she was watching.

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My mom would always tell me calming stories when I had a hard time falling asleep, and I was relieved to hear her soft voice whisper another story to me.

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When he awoke on the island with his memory erased, faced with a family who seemed to have sinister intentions, he couldn’t fathom how to escape or find sanctuary from all the evil surrounding him.

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I stared in horror at the young face staring back at me in the mirror, voice quivering as I whispered,”I don’t understand, I thought time would stop.”

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“I’m telling you love, you won’t be able to go back,” is what my mom told me a few years ago, but I brushed her off thinking she was just over exaggerating.

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“Just one more won’t hurt,” I thought to myself as I reached for another cookie in the box.

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Finally, after using hundreds of creams and sprays, burning my clothes and sheets, discarding of any possession within the vicinity, I thought it’d all be over.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the movie she was watching.	14
My mom would always tell me calming stories when I had a hard time falling asleep, and I was relieved to hear her soft voice whisper another story to me.	6
When he awoke on the island with his memory erased, faced with a family who seemed to have sinister intentions, he couldn’t fathom how to escape or find sanctuary from all the evil surrounding him.	2
I stared in horror at the young face staring back at me in the mirror, voice quivering as I whispered,”I don’t understand, I thought time would stop.”	1
“I’m telling you love, you won’t be able to go back,” is what my mom told me a few years ago, but I brushed her off thinking she was just over exaggerating.	1
“Just one more won’t hurt,” I thought to myself as I reached for another cookie in the box.	1
Finally, after using hundreds of creams and sprays, burning my clothes and sheets, discarding of any possession within the vicinity, I thought it’d all be over.	1