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I will cut you out of the picture of my life. I will take a scissors, to these complex memories and hack your influence out. It took me months to buy the scissors, years to get to the shop but I got here, I have them. I will hear sharp snips as I cut across the images that are burned in my mind. No longer will my thoughts wander towards you. No more, will I allow my feelings to be   clouded by a person who dug their words   into my lungs and shattered my ribs, with boots made of malicious intent, of careless incompetence, of clueless mockery. I will use the scissors to cut your burning strings, wrapped around these cheap candles. A chord cutting spell. Dust beneath my heel. The memories I cannot cut I will burn. I'll light a match on the bridge you ignited. You always said people never change, so killing current you’s influence In revenge for past you’s violence is righteous, it is fair. I'll sharpen their blade on the soul you hardened. I'll rip up the pictures if I have to, claw you out. I'd sacrifice that part of my memories, I'd happily **** the old me entirely to take you too, To cut you out of the picture of my life.
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
When the strings no longer burn me they’ll just burn.
I will cut you out of the picture of my life. I will take a scissors, to these complex memories and hack your influence out. It took me months to buy the scissors, years to get to the shop but I got here, I have them. I will hear sharp snips as I cut across the images that are burned in my mind. No longer will my thoughts wander towards you. No more, will I allow my feelings to be   clouded by a person who dug their words   into my lungs and shattered my ribs, with boots made of malicious intent, of careless incompetence, of clueless mockery. I will use the scissors to cut your burning strings, wrapped around these cheap candles. A chord cutting spell. Dust beneath my heel. The memories I cannot cut I will burn. I'll light a match on the bridge you ignited. You always said people never change, so killing current you’s influence In revenge for past you’s violence is righteous, it is fair. I'll sharpen their blade on the soul you hardened. I'll rip up the pictures if I have to, claw you out. I'd sacrifice that part of my memories, I'd happily **** the old me entirely to take you too, To cut you out of the picture of my life.
I won't let us be friends anymore.
#anger#feeling#lettinggo#emotions#fire#2020#friends#exs
MistressJosephine
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MistressJosephine
18/F/Ireland
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
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