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Jan 2016
I am a destroyer of beautiful things. I don't do it deliberately. I'm just easily lured by destruction and the subject has to be worthy.

You were a particularly tricky choice.

You gave me love, you gave me light, you fed me with your hands and held me in your arms and you kissed my forehead from time to time, and in return, I did not destroy you.

You took me out, you lured me in, you showed me fragments of light I had never before been able to see and in return, I did not destroy you.

You put me on a pedestal, I stood on your shoulders and you didn't budge, you didn't flinch and in return, I did not destroy you.

But then I got dizzy from the height, my legs quivered and breath shivered and before we knew it we were crashing down so hard and so fast, we drilled the ground so deep, we couldn't see the surface anymore.

But I'd been there before.

So I got up, I found my way. I peered at you through the cracks and you looked back at me, desperately. A familiar smile took my face.
You found your way back after a long time and were never the same.

I will remember you as the one I almost spared.

But I am a destroyer of beautiful things, I don't do it deliberately. I'm just easily lured by destruction and you... You were irresistible.
Sam Haidan
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