on days like these the glimmer in her eye is darkened by the muck. the muck that her and i share. i wish i could scrape it off without hurting her and clear her vision. i wish i could wash away the wall that seperates her from herself. on days like these she sits on the bathroom floor crying into her knees. on days like these she sits on the fire
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