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bella Jan 8
I remember, not so long ago,
i was someone else.
Someone i tried to finally
accept.

But darkness,
Oh, my darkness -
it devoured me.
Once again.

The poisoned touch of yours -
an electric current,
running through my body.

I knew,
you wanted me for
a dance of the sheets.
Manipulated by the
romance of empty trees,
i could not leave.

While seeking for a cozy blanket,
i lost myself in this cal forest.
Loving you was a way of self harm.
TRIGGER WARNING

little disclaimer.  i do not romanticize self harm or any kind of "struggles".
i´m processing things through writing.

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