His vulnerability was a repellant. She felt her throat close and began to gag. What had she seen in him? He had the strength of a piece of balsa wood and it repelled her. Where could she go now? Upon whom could she lean now? Could she make it alone?
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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