I think part of me hates her because for the first time in my life I feel worthless.
That I can be discarded so readily and with such ease.
Would it kill her to care?
Probably not.
It is too busy killing me.
And her eyes had all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming. Random thoughts and events from a random life. Nec mortem effugere quisquam nec amorem potest.
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