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There I stood in the living room
Staring down at the old woman
Pupils dilated
Skin pale
A grayish hue covering over her features
Her ribs broken in a futile attempt to save her
A tube down her throat to do what she could no longer do herself
Press. Pump. Press. Pump. Press. Pump.
Her frame shakes, my back hurts
There's nothing left for me to break
I lost a friend that day
"Have a nice life," she said to me
I thought then about a timeless phrase
You're dead to me
And I wondered...
Is this how they see me now?
Choking on my own insides?
Or am I the only one?
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Komi Komi Literature Club!
FanfictionA small new Literature Club appears in Komi's school and catches her interest. In an effort to make more friends, she considers whether or not she should join. Can Komi push past her shyness and take that first step? Will she be able to fit in with...
