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Nickel
Nickel
American "I'm not mad." / / / / Narrator: She was angry. And maybe even a little resentful. / / / / Nickel has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1999-2024 to be identified as Author of this work .
There was the time before you. When I was free in my endeavor's. Then the time during you. When everything became unfathomable. And I  wanted to spend every waking moment with you. Then there was the time after you. When? It does not matter, because you are gone. And I am done.
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC
The moments with you.
Looking back, in hindsight, without my rose tinted glasses. I could see all the red flags I've missed from the start.
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Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 12:51 PM UTC
Red Flag
Mortals may think that death is the finally ending. For you, my love; it's merely the beginning.
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Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 11:51 AM UTC
Meddling with Death
You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.
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Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC
Citrus
You cant see red flags when wearing rose-tinted glasses.
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Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC
Red Flag
Tell me what you want me to say? Tell me what you want me to be. I'll play pretend. If it gets you looking at me again.
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Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 5:54 PM UTC
Pretend
I asked for the truth, and you shapeshifted to sleuth, crawling on your belly, you simply misconstrue an irrefutable, objective verity. Tried and true, misunderstanding what is out of your view. Standing and demanding but never understanding the variable, to which not all lives, will play out the same way.
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Lost To View
Her body only existed where he touched her. Twisting and writhing to his hands upon her flesh. The rest of her evaporated into smoke.              Dispersing into the nights air from a masterstroke
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
Pleasure.
It’s easy to lie to yourself when you’re so debilitated. It something to come to terms with; to turn a half-truth into a reality.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
Half-truth reality
I focus on the end. The only thing which matters. A path for my feet to walk upon. The road of stains and mistakes,   inky foot prints left in my wake.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
Ink prints.