He's a stranger, she doesn't have the luxury of letting all the turnoil just fall out onto the floor in front of him, even if she's struggling to hold it together. She'd thought there would be some relief, some freedom in death, maybe there was some fucked up silver lining.
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( Including all the rest of this shit.
He's a stranger, she doesn't have the luxury of letting all the turnoil just fall out onto the floor in front of him, even if she's struggling to hold it together. She'd thought there would be some relief, some freedom in death, maybe there was some fucked up silver lining.
Apparently not. ) You got a name?