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... he pack. He was in my childhood, my quiet places, my plans. I thought I could not breathe without him.
But death taught me the truth. It was not love. It was a chain. A poison that kept me tied to him even after my heart stopped. His voice lived in my bones. It haunted me.
Now his voice made my blood burn. I wanted to tear him apart with my teeth. I wanted to silence him for good. Hate tasted raw and hot under my tongue.
The morning was thin and cold. Snow drifted down li ...
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