dec 9 , 2019

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the pads of his fingers clenched around her throat 

her vision was spotting and the irony taste she knew so well filled her mouth once again

she didnt know what to say

she didnt know if she could say anything

he dropped her with a deranged grin

leaving her on the concrete gasping for air

"never again, im sorry"

she knew he was lying.

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