it's five in the morning here. parts of my insides are suddenly out, squeezing through openings i've carved in my wrist.
it's midnight there. i wonder what's occupying you at this hour. i wonder if you're busy the way i am right now.
i wonder if you remember your promise to me.
"i won't leave you like they did."
i wonder if you realise that's exactly what you've done.
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