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she would cry out , trying to feel around for anything — a key, a turn lock — anything .. she wanted to get him out , keep them safe ..
“ please .. please come back to me , songbird .. oh, my songbird ..”
all this talk of death , the talk of mistreatment — god , she didn’t know how much more she could handle of it . it was horrible , feeling them like this .
she wasn’t the same gerard .
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onto gerard’s hand , gasping at the stitches.. she was now eating herself alive for not being there to stitch her up like always .
“ i let you down .. you’re broken .. i want to fix you ..”
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