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May 2015
After years of torment, I mentally killed you.
On the brink of madness, every shred of you was murdered.
You were a fatal cancer eating away my sanity.
**** Or Be Killed.
The impulsive crime was sloppy and careless.
In a blood-thirst frenzy, I dug a shallow grave.
I buried you in the archives of my memory.
The hasty job was bound to be rediscovered.
Thoughtlessly, I allowed the windows of my soul to flood.
My thoughts and emotions became muddled.
Your remnants slid to the surface.
Seeing what I had done, I began to stagger.
I will never escape you;
Not until I, myself, am six feet under.
Ninny's Narnia
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