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She sat in the swivel chair Staring into the darkness Tears staining her caramel colored cheeks Eyes bloodshot red. She sat back in the swivel chair And she yelled into the darkness "WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME?!" She dropped onto the floor "It would hurt less." And the tears started again. Chest heaving and hurting badly The pain that she encountered was way worse than that of death She was alone. Her hand covered and squeezed at her chest When it stopped , she revealed a gaping hole Her heart was gone It went down when he did "KILL ME PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T , I CAN'T !" The darkness laughed Her she endured so much pain She couldn't handle it She dropped dead. -- Waking up in sweat and tears She cried again. Looking around she was in their bedroom It was all a dream She wasn't alone She grabbed onto him, kissed his back and smiled asleep . -- Then she woke up... Nose runny and sniffles She shook her head... She was alone... Longing for an embrace, she went back to sleep. The faint sound of Sesame Street in the background Vibration of her phone indicating a text. Woke up, received it, read it smiled Thought about it, frown, shut down cries The very thought makes her chest hurt... I guess she better get used to it... She'll feel it even more.
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a young woman that is different than most. writing is not a hobby, it is a lifestyle. i live to show people that you can express every detail of your life with simple words.

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