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To my ______, I got too attached
I am dead. You made it so dear. I cut and you tore while the blood splattered on the floor. The wound is open, allowing you inside to rip the arteries God designed. I wish this could have been different. But you ripped me and cut me open like a child peeling away at his scab. This scab, so infected with your filth and mistreatings and misleadings. You who I once begged for and yearned for till that moon showed up in the sky. It was once so clear and beautiful but you violated the innocence and love out of me. This grimliest of reapers is my friend now. He takes away the soul I no longer want and accepts it like a starved crow picking away at the once loved dog. Death always comes and I accept it with all my graces. No longer will you haunt me and my dreams. No longer will you slash my essence open. No longer will you kill the joy I brought you and please know that I love you.
Published 19th Jan 2014
| Edited 28th Feb 2014
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14th May 2014 1:40pm
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