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Eaten

The mirrors and furniture are sheeted. Love has eaten me up like a fancy box of chocolates now completely gone. My phone is clean off the hook. Voices carry emotion and always the opinions, opinions, opinions. Nobody can worm their way in now. Hell is not going to break its way through to me. I sit utterly quiet with my hand placed on my stomach. This is how somebody will find me- as calm as a glass vase in the cupboard at midnight.

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Date: 2/16/2019 8:16:00 PM
Powerfully done, makes me wonder what has happened prior to.
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Date: 2/16/2019 1:47:00 PM
Evocative write!
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