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“Get out,” I hissed, not wanting to see his face anymore

“With pleasure” He spun around and left

I jolted when I heard the front door sla pulled by a string Falling to rabbed all the pieces of our pictures froht

I couldn’t believe he’d tore apart our past

But I was tearing apart our future

The irony was not lost on me

Holding the torn i as I tried to put theether on the carpet Except now, they weren’t flawless and beautiful The one that caughtIt had one huge tear down the middle of our faces

Sy how broken we truly were

Piece by piece

Bit by bit

We were figments of e used to be

Throwing ht

When he once again stitchedI was the one as broken

Chapter 7

Kinley

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