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“Im glad you’re out of my life, I only wish it’d happened sooner”.

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For many nights I lay awake, dreaming of a time before all this where I had once been happy, cradling her in my arms as if nothing in the entire world could ever be as precious.

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I could feel the warm breath on the back of my neck.

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As his lungs strained for any remnant of air, the oily mass forced itself down his throat with an indifferent determination.

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The scent of rot clung to the emaciated husk I had once loved.

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In all my years as a dermatologist I’ve never seen as unique and bizarre a case of Psoriasis as this.

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I held her deep in embrace, her silent tears pattering against my shirt.

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As I lay in the pool of broken glass and blood, a high pitched cry started ringing in my ears, getting clearer every second.

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As she walked or shambled, the scent of rot clung to the earth under his feet, as if the earth itself had become infected by its foul pestilence.

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I’ve been cutting my arm every day I’ve been in isolation.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
“Im glad you’re out of my life, I only wish it’d happened sooner”.	15
For many nights I lay awake, dreaming of a time before all this where I had once been happy, cradling her in my arms as if nothing in the entire world could ever be as precious.	15
I could feel the warm breath on the back of my neck.	14
As his lungs strained for any remnant of air, the oily mass forced itself down his throat with an indifferent determination.	14
The scent of rot clung to the emaciated husk I had once loved.	14
In all my years as a dermatologist I’ve never seen as unique and bizarre a case of Psoriasis as this.	14
I held her deep in embrace, her silent tears pattering against my shirt.	14
As I lay in the pool of broken glass and blood, a high pitched cry started ringing in my ears, getting clearer every second.	14
As she walked or shambled, the scent of rot clung to the earth under his feet, as if the earth itself had become infected by its foul pestilence.	14
I’ve been cutting my arm every day I’ve been in isolation.	13