The Last Tears

August 4, 2016
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He leaves. I walk up the stairs to my room. I crawl under my covers. I cry. He is everywhere, reminding me of every moment. All the times I laughed at his jokes. All the kisses he forced. All the toys he bought. All the tears he caused. All the times he hurt. He’s everywhere.

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