•twenty three•

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rose slept until late the next morning, waiting to get up until she knew no one was home.

she then got out of bed.

slowly moving, pain filling her whole body as she moved carefully around the room

all she wanted to do was scream until her lungs gave out.

in the end it's all she wanted.

death wanted her, as much as she
wanted
it

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