bewitched.
you. you called yourself my friend? you spoke of me endlessly even before any of this. every word from your mouth fumbling over the next, grasping, gasping, for any sort of leverage, despondency, response. do you feel justified? is your heart swelling, beating with satisfaction? did a part of you warm, with your fingers tucked [...]
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