untitled no. 5

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shattered glass has never looked so soft. my mind runs circles around my hands.

blood seeps. fear attacks. carefully, i lie back onto the glass.

i'm gone. the clock tells me it's time. i wake up hours later with shining lights. it wasn't my fault.

she killed me before i killed her. but i saw my hands, and it was a dream. and she was dead.

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