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1. Only those whom were there that day, and the the people that they spoke to know of this, but here we go. The date eludes me now, but it was the morning following the Mario Party rave in NYC, 2012. The rave got shut down early, and everyone had to evect from the venue.
2. Here& #39;s the thing, back then I was living in Boston, coming to this event with a friend of mine that I knew since 2011, another I was somewhat familiar with due to us being in the same circle of rave enthusiasts, and two others I met for the first time.
3. They parked in a garage that regrettably wasn& #39;t open 24/7, and I don& #39;t blame em, the hour it would be open we would still be at the rave, but funny how things go. We ended up sitting on steps outside for hours next to garage so we could just go back home.
4. At some point a group of people are walking down the sidewalk, and for some reason one of them starts shit with the person whom I was somewhat familiar with. Suddenly people were screaming, and the person I was familiar with stood up.
5. Suddenly a member of that group that& #39;s at least double the size of this person charges up to them raising their arm in the air. Next thing I am aware of I& #39;m standing in front of this person, oh yeah I think their 5& #39;2 or 5& #39;3, I on the other hand was 5& #39;1.
6. This part we side track for a little something about me. I always believed that I& #39;m a coward, how couldn& #39;t I be, I never shown my true self, nor was as I able to in the environment that I grew up in. I grew up afraid, and distrustful of those around me.
7. https://twitter.com/Mirthoflife/status/1309408905617866754?s=19
In">https://twitter.com/Mirthofli... this thread you& #39;d read up how I first shattered, and how my 1st grader self view of my family got abysmally tainted by my parents. My older brother bullying in a certain point in life got so bad to a point where hearing his voice or footsteps.
In">https://twitter.com/Mirthofli... this thread you& #39;d read up how I first shattered, and how my 1st grader self view of my family got abysmally tainted by my parents. My older brother bullying in a certain point in life got so bad to a point where hearing his voice or footsteps.
8. To literally run like death is chasing me hiding behind a couch or underneath the stairs. My own family was utterly dismissive of this, and kept telling me that I was being dramatic hahahah - I really want to cry for younger me, and just hug em-
