10.
I am not mad at her Joe. Sometimes I envy her...envied her, but when you take decisions of vagueness, it's surprisingly eldritch the speed it takes.
Now I read you and I don't lose my breath, like I used to when you showed your second face.
Now I read your deadly ghost and my chest doesn't burn.
I don't have dreams anymore. I burn the reality in disgust and never go back to memories.
And if I'm empty so what?
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