The Personal Journal of Skye Winchester

In my dreams, I can still hear the slamming of the door, the sound echoing down the years as if it were the door closing on any chance of a normal life. For any of us. There have been oceans of pain and rivers of blood and we've lost so much. Friends. Family. Innocence. Sanity. Even our souls..

Looking back, sometimes I wonder, if I knew then what I know now, would I change it if I could? I'd love to say no, that I wouldn't change a thing, that it was all worth it in the end… but I guess I'll leave that for you to decide.

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