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She slams the door,
and slides to the ground.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screams,
but only in her mind.
She reaches for him,
and holds him close.
Her tears splash down on his head,
and she squeezes him just a little too tight,
but he doesn't mind.
He never does.
He knows she needs him.
He knows that while she hugs him close,
she's going over everything in her head.
Going over what she didn't have the courage to say.
He knows she's wishing she was braver.
He's her security blanket.
She's turned to him ever since she was a little girl.
He always knows exactly want to say.
Nothing.
That's why she loves him.
She squeezes him tighter,
as she falls into a sleep.
And as she gives him one more squeeze,
before her arms go limp,
he knows what she's wishing.
She's wishing he could squeeze back.
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