Almost Home (EDITING)
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Last published Sat, Nov 13, 2021
"Don't you remember anything?"
"I could even hardly remember what happened last minute."
It's true. I should've been spiraling downwards to the depths of my despair.
My body's probably smashed in a gruesome picturesque.
The meat of the Media.
Suicidal scope.
"We are married."
The words hung precariously still in the cold breeze of dawn.
I would've been hallucinating but the contract was vivid as daylights... And it bore my signature.
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