I'm not sure who's writing this.
But I know it isn't me. Cause I don't even know where the fuck I am.
Or how I winded up here. Still dripping from the shower. Eyes so puffy and red it hurts to see.
Body shaking. Mind gone.
I couldn't stop crying last night. And there was just enough time between hits on the stering wheel to call him.
Tell him that I
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