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the tug is light, like string caught on a bracelet. but this is his home and these are his scissors, and he cuts you off. your plea is but a mild annoyance and these four walls seem smaller alone. they ***** you out and that tug.. that tug is a knot caught in your throat being washed down with liquour. he doesn't tell you this —not in words his lover can hear— but he hates you. you are small and he hates you, and that lover is a friend who doesn't know to save you. you are small and alone and he hates you. you'll remember to believe him when he jokingly says so.
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
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the tug is light, like string caught on a bracelet. but this is his home and these are his scissors, and he cuts you off. your plea is but a mild annoyance and these four walls seem smaller alone. they ***** you out and that tug.. that tug is a knot caught in your throat being washed down with liquour. he doesn't tell you this —not in words his lover can hear— but he hates you. you are small and he hates you, and that lover is a friend who doesn't know to save you. you are small and alone and he hates you. you'll remember to believe him when he jokingly says so.
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
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