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The tears slide down my cheeks silently.
Not profoundly, but unremarkably.
I reread the messages, and try to convince myself they don’t exist
But they do
I hurl my phone at the wall

Its nighttime
Dark and cool and comforting
beyond my window the flashing lights of a plane float by
I wish I were on that plane
flying away from here

but I’m not.
I’m stronger than my desire to run away




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