7:09am on a calm saturday morning.
On this bench under this particular tree.
I just got back from your place.
You know, I'm in pain. Shit loads of pain.
Daggers planted into every inch of my skin for all my life.
Probably no skin left for the next one.
Well, come on honey. You can try to push those daggers a little deeper.
You're not the first one I've let down anyway.
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