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The Last Goodbye

He would beat her up for the last time It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him The usual wrong word did it most days Why do you make me do this What is wrong with you Forgive me She would enjoy this one The very last one Bought you flowers You know I love you Do you What the hell does that mean What the hell The drug would temporarily paralyse him Enough time for her needs He punched with his right fist She cut off his arm The odd kick with his right She cut off his leg He came round screaming How you doing babe You in pain Don’t worry, it’ll pass Ambulance, get me an ambulance Say the word Please, please No, not that word The other word, I love you, that one I love you, ambulance, please, please Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me Just going to take the tourniquets off I’ll put them up here If you get them, be quick Remember to release them every fifteen minutes Oh, one more thing Love you babe.

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Date: 4/4/2023 8:00:00 AM
Pretty twisted, Paul. Revolting subject although very real.
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Paul Bell
Date: 4/4/2023 10:03:00 AM
He never did recover.

Book: Shattered Sighs