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May 2014
The salty ocean air bit his ears.
The sea was angry.

I'm not like you.
Stay there.
Go away.


Silence.

He turned around and walked.
She would never let him truly kiss her.
But his lips had been all over that skin.

I'm done.
You won't let me in.


He felt something crack inside him.
Like a plank of wood shattering.
He felt the shrapnel.

*Medic...
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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