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All of my love for you, will only ever written in letters, not in life.
For if I ever told you the truth, you would surely begone.
You'll forever be my last fleeting word, in life and in death.
I found my sanctuary
In the bottomless, raging sea.
I sank as I grew weary —
Reached its bottom with my bare feet.

Free of motion,
Evading commotion,
Ceasing devotion,
Dreading demotion.

This is a resignation;
I serenely grow my gills —
Neither weakness nor damnation,
Just a soul worn out from flotation.
I have oceans to spill
Of emotions I feel,
Of thoughts to share
And no basin to fill.

I filled the lagoon or two,
Bearing graceful names,
Now I'm sentenced to ink
And paper's word games.
Tell me while I still breathe —
What do you really want from me?
Is there something you need?
What do you get from my agony?

How can you pierce my heart,
Then twist the blade within my chest,
Then tear me completely apart
And still — not find your rest?

What evil force could this command?
It must be from the tenth circle of hell.
What amount of darkness in your hand
Would wish me anything but well?

Out of pure pity, I care for you...
And wonder when will you be whole,
Cause now I know — the things you do,
You do to have control.

That's the beast that feeds your soul,
You are more broken than I'll ever be.
But there's a way out from that abysmal hole,
If only this truth you'd be able to see...

You are as big as little you are.
It's hard to understand it from afar...
But the moment you admire even a little star,
You will know — you're not that far.
A fuel that drives me:
fear —

That a decades-long novel,
etched into the riverbeds of my veins,
might be erased by
a single chapter's
acid rains.
This is just a chapter :)
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