It was the broken sob that got my attention. She'd been shaking all night, I assumed it was fuelled by the anger in her veins. But now she had her hands vigorously pulling on her hair, gasping for air, and I think a part of her was dying.
-Part 1
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoetrySomething I had to write in order to feel again.