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23.7.02 

it was a long time ago that i got angry.
this was no ordinary ire (some of you will know this story already); it was a deep anger, the kind that brings blackouts and perfect crescent bruises on palms. this was a long time ago, that i lunged and screamed and remembered nothing, emerged sobbing and terrified and numb.

but last night i dreamt of it.
last night i saw him again, was struck stupid by the harsh adrenaline thumpings that begged of me to get away. last night he followed me again in his halting way, peered at me with hot eyes. last night i woke trembling, afraid to look out my window, afraid to leave my bed. the sun rose around five, slipping past its sentry of cool mist to slowly brighten my room, where i curled around a pillow with my back to the wall.

love, i am tired of sleeping alone. hurry.

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