// entry forty-seven //

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// us: i felt the salt run over my lips as it had ran down my cheek a couple seconds previous. it was because i finally realised that you were around me out of pity and there wasn't really ever an us. //

// stay: i take each day twenty-four hours at a time but it's only fifteen minutes into today and i'm already struggling to breath; struggling to stay together for the kids let alone stay alive . //

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