Sorry
The day that I touched the soda.
That was the day that my voice was siphoned and given away to him to stomp on and crush. I hid in the bathroom with my friend yelling for me to run but where? where? There is nowhere to run, he is here and he knows I have my phone and he will be angry, he will be angry and I will say I love you i love you i love you i love you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry.
“He is with you now? You need to leave”
I can’t.
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