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Jan 2016
Given you everything,
I have done.
Still,
You do not see it.
I turn up the volume,
a little louder.
I'm minutes away from a suicide rope
this is not an exaggeration.
you are not inside my body.
not inside my soul
you do not feel my pain.
see my thoughts, nor
dwell in them.
I cannot continue,
For my love, I cannot.
My body is giving up.
My heart is giving up.
Although I've given them to you (years ago)
you do not have it anymore.
and I cannot do this.
this doesn't feel like love.
this is pain.
You do not see the burning *** of gold, boiling in my heart.
it is for you, my love. for you.
but you must know, that I am weak.
bleeding. in need.
But you will not come to my aid.
and I am on the floor.
But I cannot be rescued.
When will it be? For it will never be.

My love, I cannot be anymore.
Hanna Jones
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