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"i don't need anyone, michael," she spit,

the words flying from her mouth and 

straight into my chest like a sharp blade.

i couldn't stand the thought of walking

away from her, so i wrapped her in

my arms and silently rocked her

praying that i'd know what to do.

things were only getting worse

and i was only getting in deeper,

and that terrified me more

than anything.

even more than

death.

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