God, did You see that? Did You see what I saw?
That picture, that posture, that look, that expression--it was all so familiar; it was all too familiar for my comfort.
I'm getting scared, Daddy. I don't want another cycle of it.
I've seen it so much that I know what it looks like--I know what it feels like--
AND IT WAS TONIGHT.
It--
... It was tonight.
I saw it and felt it tonight!
God, what do I do?
I'm trying my best, and I'll keep on speaking up.
But at the same time, I'm so stricken with fear that past memories are starting to resurface.
I felt it, God--the feeling that pierced me in the past each time a cycle happened.
I beg You: have mercy and spare us from destroying ourselves with our own sins.
