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Jul 2014
Ensnared in your lasso
My beloved
Dazed by the toxicity
You exude
The glorious mystique
That which you possessed
Faded eons ago
Yet I am still
Binded and blinded
By the calamitous
Hurricane
That is you

Nights we sit
Your breath
On my shoulder
Mumbling lies and filth
Feeding the disturbance
With crazed notions
Altering me

Skewed self-perception
Bleeding hope

Futile attempts
To evade our
Ruinous union
To find myself
Restrained tighter
In the grip of your clawsΒ Β 

Summer times you stole
Memories ought
To have been created
Laughter never felt

Death caught my scent
But I will depart another day
Standing on the edge
Of a tight rope
On borrowed courage
I won't be yours forever.
A Mental illness takes on a life of it's own to the point where it feels like it's an actual person who owns you.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
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