Challenge
this is the end
Made the fool
I cried until I was bent over, dry heaving, sobbing like I was being accosted, tears streaming down my face, dampening the collar of my blouse. I couldn't breathe. I grasped at the cold metal bar next to me, hoping holding on to something would center me.
Just make it stop.
I sobbed until I was shaking uncontrollably, like perhaps I was having a seizure or choking. My sobs were puncuated with silence, catching my breath.
And how embarrassing.
I was on public transportation.
I am the girl crying on the train.
This is the end. The end of the relationship that has me bent over.
The end of making a public display of myself.
The end of being made the fool.
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