‘I love you’
Followed by a deathly silence. A knife to the chest. An echo round the
Room that you try your best to ignore but it bounces up to the ceiling
And back down to the floor. It pounds into each ear as you patiently
Wait to hear the words in someone else’s voice. After five minutes you
Realise, they say it back because they don’t have a choice.
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