My vision swims and shifts and blurs, and I don’t know how to control it, don’t know how to control the rest of it, the rest of me. My claws dig into my palms, dig into the betrayal, dig into the betrayal and loss, the loss of everything, of everything.
I am not sure I can go through this again, through this loss, through this grief, through this raw and painful hurt. But I know I have to, I know I have to. It gets harder each time. Each time. Each time. Each time.
My eyes are bright and wide and intense, my eyes are bright and alive with anger, with the glow of anger and rage and the shock of it all. I cannot stand it. I cannot stand it. The intensity of the betrayal leaves me undone, leaves me undone and unhinged, leaves me undone and unhinged and unbearably human.
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