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Nov 2019
The floor is wet with scarlet pools, huddling around shards of glass and self and faith you left behind.

Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.

Again.
Written by
TMReed  24/M/Austin, Texas
(24/M/Austin, Texas)   
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