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 by silvina  

 Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. Visualize world peace, and while you're
at it, visualize me a disclaimer, all right? Please send comments,
questions, compliments, and otters to sdelcul@yahoo.com.

 

 

I haven't told him that I still have nightmares. A different one each
night. Sometimes he goes with her and while I hate him for it, the one I
really hate is myself. Sometimes I shoot him and the bullet paralyzes him.
Once it killed him. 

It. Not me. As if the gun was alive. 

Usually he stays, because of me. He stays and resents me for stopping him.
Then he takes my gun, and I find his body. It's like that bullet had his
name on it one way or the other. 

Fate? God? Chance? 

I don't know anymore.  
  

End Patchwork by silvina 

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