Easy Way Out

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“Dear E, it’s not you,…”

Save draft. Hate yourself.

Hit backspace. Stare at blank screen. Delete draft.

Chew dinner, smile at her jokes, scream inside, swallow words.

Kiss her forehead. Tuck her in bed.

Install new app. Swipe right.

Gulp down guilt at breakfast. Carry on as if nothing’s changed.