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it seemed like i was on the brink of something irrevocable every second. to ensure that i felt every crack that was growing in me, time had slowed. my silence was interpreted as a sign of submission, and what transpired was more of a planned act of staying than a dialogue. what was stated to me will always be etched in my soul. they were curses really more than words. an old and caustic substance had been released into the space. my breath stuck between fighting and collapsing
twenty four hours stolen
its over. its so over.

twenty four hours stolen
its over. its so over.
