Manipulative Manic

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I was lost six feet deep in depression before you came along to make me a better woman, to save me from my bloody wrists, Sammy said.
I couldn’t tell whether she meant it or not this time, but I knew I couldn’t keep up with her bipolar shit for much longer. I hope you’re right this time, I said.
You’ve made me a better woman. A respectable woman. Wife material, Sammy said.
But you just tried to take your life last week, I said.
Sammy reached for my hands. And you saved me.
I can’t even save myself, I said. I blinked back tears, making them fall faster. What do you want from me?
Sammy moved closer and wrapped her arms around me like a daughter embracing her father’s protection.
I’m done cutting, she said. I’m done cutting through the tension.
I raked my fingers through my hair. You…

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