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Staring at the ceiling, I'll let a part of myself die. Here, underneath an invisible moon, far beyond his gaze, I'll lose him. It will take time. Little pieces. His touch, the sound of his voice, the feeling of security I felt in his arms. Here, in the moonlight, I'll slowly begin to kill him, to murder us.
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