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monday.
he felt the yank at his throat.
but it wasn't the one he waited for,
the one he planned for or the one he desired.
it was an unnatural yank.
a yank done by someone else.
it was a pull that came from behind,
which was strange because he was
supposed to be pulled from above.
"what the fuck is
wrong with you?!"
everything
he answered so quiet.
quieter than his own conscience
could ever hear.
a//n
got out of bed at 6PM today.
never felt any more active.
jesus fucking christ i need a life.