she exhales, and i leave her thoughts for another night. her eyes relax as i timidly dance around her face and dissipate into the night. another drag. another drink. i don't exist. she doesn't think. comfortable fingers find her nape and brush across soft skin on their journey to her hair. and for a moment there she wishes it were me. another drag. another drink. i don't exist. i don't exist. i don't exist. i don't exist.

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