knives

like knives,

those words

you threw

at me. so

forceful

and strong.

“i never

loved you,

lenora.

you’re like

a lost puppy,

following me

everywhere.

sometimes i

wish you

were dead.”

tears poured

from my eyes.

“really?

that’s how

you feel?”

he only

nodded.

“fine.”

turning

to run,

i called firmly,

“you’re sick, Ace.”

then i left.

The End

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