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A Twisted Mess
I am the one that pulled a sticky blade from her whitened palm.
So covered in blood you could watch as the little red streams snaked down the metal,
Leaving stains across the handle.
I didn’t do that only once.
No, I did that dozens and dozens of times.
I cleaned up her bloodied tissues,
bandaged her bloody flesh,
and hid her empty pill bottles.
-ARI
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