Wednesday

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Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
~Bring me the Horizon

Harry was done.

His skin was like paper, bones like twigs.

He felt could break at any moment for so long.

That night, he did.

His body couldn't take it anymore.

He had pushed too far.

He couldn't feel anything.

He hadn't for a long time.

He was tired of life in general.

On Wednesday night, Harry was pronounced dead on an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

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