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I haven't cried in weeks. I'm not sure if I remember how. The desire swells at the back of my throat, the muscles constrict and burn, but when the blade is just inches from plunging through my neck, I stop and pour another glass of wine
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Sword of Damocles
I haven't cried in weeks. I'm not sure if I remember how. The desire swells at the back of my throat, the muscles constrict and burn, but when the blade is just inches from plunging through my neck, I stop and pour another glass of wine
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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