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Solitary Confinement [h.s]
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Last published Tue, May 5, 2015
"I loved her so much. She said when she was with me..she felt safe. She knew nobody would break in because she knew I locked the door 20 times. "
"When I think of her...I feel my OCD fade away. All the germs, the paintings that are lean on the wall, the unlocked door..they all go away."
"One day, when I kissed her goodbye, she said I was making her late for work...because I kept doing it over and over and over . It just wasn't perfect."
"I was deathly afraid to walk her home because she had too many cracks on her sidewalk. So when I stepped on a crack and ran to the end of the block to start again, she complained and said I was wasting her time."
"Then one day, she left. Said she couldnt handle me anymore. I felt all the germs, lean paintings and the unlocked doors close in on me. "
" I wondered which perfect man would be kissing her now. I wondered if she would be satisfied. Because he wouldn't do it over and over and over like me just to make sure it was perfect. "
"God I loved her. I loved her so much that I left the door unlocked. I left the light on. I waited for her to come back. "
"She never did."
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