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Hannah.
On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.
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I wonder how long it will take me before I stop telling myself “it’s only a matter of time.”

A haiku since I’m feeling blue.

The old clock has rung,
I’m turning my back on you.
I’ll miss you, I promise.

The intoxicating aroma of suicide is in the air.