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He Found Me | Hallie Dickinson

He found me. He found my friend, sent them a follow request, shattered a sense of security I

didn't even know I had. I got so scared and I hated myself for it. Aren't I better yet? But no. Not

every haunting is a ghost. And not every healing is a hospital. And not every bite is of food. And

sometimes your demons resurrect themselves at the most unexpected times just to remind you

that they happened. And he happened. He is still happening. And he found me.

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