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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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