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The Midnight After

by products-of-insomnia

I feel I have lost something I didn't have in the first place when you left,  I tried to catch  sun rays but all I have in my hands now are dust mites and remnants of our old arguments my palms are full of words I wished I told you, full of truths that I wish you knew my mind is full of cobwebs and replays of old memories that you should've taken with you even the sun retires to slumber the darkness is innate and it’s lying beside me now, in the space where you used to sing me to sleep staining our white sheets with a color darker than black I can still hear your uninteresting stories about how your day went, I can’t even remember any of your words, i just know that I love listening to your voice even when you’re not talking I shivered at that thought, the cold reached my veins and left my blood frozen, stagnant, dead. I told my lungs to stop breathing in so deeply because inhaling your scent won't bring back your warmth I can feel my brain is about to shut down slowly deleting all the traces of you like a computer virus your absence is a disease and it grew cancerous flowers in my heart my body is refusing to live because it knows it has lost all reasons to exist when I woke up this morning there was a hole in my chest and  nothing hurts anymore
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Feb 24, 2015
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this is not suicide, this is murder.

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