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I was sick, and I all I needed was emptiness. I could have easily removed myself. But that is no way to stay pretty. Depths I never knew existed are the only surroundings I can truly understand. But as easy as it is to lose myself I will always remember that someone else breathes a different air, and when I thought I was a victim. I was the one polluting.
I was sick, and the itch to remove her face kept me going. I have satisfaction in knowing she will never speak again. Mouths have more beautiful things to do. Especially hers. But her teeth pointed away from the things that mattered. And I was unlucky enough to cut myself on them. It could only be her fault that i am so wrong. Yet her skin is a ladder only I can climb. And so I lose her in the depth I now love.