Saw an open shirt walk up the street toward my house as I got out of the taxi.
Exhale.
Red shirt. Wrong shirt. A stranger's shirt.
Remind yourself to breathe.
I was manipulated into a reaction from something innocent. How does one make another feel so much unneccessary guilt, and remain so passive and...dark. So quickly turned to dark. Claimage of undying love, and remainage of dark, still? How?
The pattern.
Stop breathing.
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