on March 17th,

¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨

she wants him to disappear.
vanish.
d*e.

she wants to forget that he ever existed,
she wants to erase that he ever came,
she wants to delete all the traumas,
and be able to
breathe.

he deserves to choke on his own saliva.
he deserves to trip on his own feet.
he deserves to feel the betrayal of his own heart
and
d*e.

only then will she be free.
only then will i be me.

¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨

(on march 17th, we’ll celebrate. eventually.)

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