Paper wet, writing smudged, eyes both red, with hands wrapped around a blue plush once own by a kid you know, your body curled to a fetus position, cold. The images in your mind are of the one you let loose by holding on too tight. Did it happen again?
Goodnight, to everyone else.
I love you, I spilled out to him.
In silence, stays silent. He sleeps.
It's me again wasn't it?
-riri-
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