My heart throbs against my chest and barren bones for ribs. It's thumping loudly in the silence. My tongue grazes chapped lips, locking in moisture that is bound to leave a dirty mark. My words relay a message for you, but means something for him. I know I'm over you.
I sometimes think about the curve of his jaw. The way it sets when he's smirking.
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