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The sky

I lay in the grass, looking into the starry sky. I realize that I am still not wanting to die. With him, I burn, I falter, I cry, I ache. He makes me hurt like no other without not one single break. I stare into the sky, knowing what I must do. I dial his number without even thinking, no clue. He answers, I pause. I am completely at a loss. Then, this comes out of my mouth. "It's over." He asks why. "You have a girl in your bed and it isn't me." I hit end, without even thinking. It is the end to that life. I look up into the sky, and I know I will not die. I can see that I will survive.
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joanann-blomstedt
American
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May 29, 2012
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