five

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december 23rd, 2016.

you looked better today, alive.
you were smiling and back to reading your lame books.
you were throwing notes at me again.
'you miss me? back closet, 2:02pm.'
i smirked.

i was glad you were healthy again.
you didn't look broken anymore.
you looked like nothing had ever happened, but what did happen though?
i couldn't figure it out.

but something was wrong.

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