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Delu-icide
She sobs. A deep guttural gasp comes from the shaking outline of her body bundled up, bruised & blessed, beneath the blankets.
He lights another cigarette, before asking another question she’d already answered moments before. Weeks before, months before that & the year that had passed.
His anger only makes her anxious. And they both know she has not taken a proper breathe since…
She whispers, vocal chords croaking under the weight of her sadness, ‘Lately, I’ve recalled a fond adoration for this ending, the one labelled SUICIDE’
He scoffs, “You’re delusional.”
She exhales, her heart has taken enough beatings for one evening
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