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and while he's off making love to his new life : I am crying over our old one. everything around me has consumed breath. how am i even walking, talking,

writing is the hardest. no word can splash around quite as deadly as a woman scorned. am i everything i once despised?
human nature does not ask for an apology so the only guilt i feel is caused by my own bed ridden thoughts. a collection of what is weak, and what is worthy?

am i a strong enough woman? what does it look like. question after question and all is flat. flatter than it was in the nighttime, when all i could hear was the backdrop of nails peeling.

i am no longer. and being strong can not do. can i be hollow for a moment? let me scream for myself. this egg shell white bedroom, a room inside another, and one within each other.

i assume this is madness.