I know it wasn't my fault. The fight that tore through my circle of friends and changed everything. That is the frame I've been thinking about it anyway. Like things weren't always changing with all of us. As if there was a golden collection of moments that an event could be said to have really changed anything more than some other event. But it is this frame that seems to explain this regret. It wasn't my fault, but still I feel...what? Guilty maybe, as if I could have done or said anything to stop it, but still this feeling which I am calling guilt, but really it's a burning rod through my left lung that somehow emanates from somewhere beneath my belly button. The sensation haunts me. It feels like a spirit has entered me and wants me to know or feel something that my mind can't figure out. So let me start from the beginning and perhaps through this sharing, the spirit will manifest itself and I'll know how to let it go or it will let me go.
It started with a rabbit.
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