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Mar 2016
He was my old friend,
My childhood friend,
My love,
The one and only person who made me feel,
Feel what I wanted to feel,
He brought me to the darkest sides,
He brought me to hell and back to heaven,
Well I thought it was heaven,
I thought this was true love,
But he was darkness,
He held me in his arms,
He sang me the lullaby,
He was the poison holding me back,
He kept malice fastened in my head,
Hatred was what I knew,
His long thick fingernails ruptured into my flesh,
He infused venom into my heart,
Turning it black,
Giving me an asthma attack,
Making me run,
And never look back,
But it was a black hole,
It was endless running,
And no light,
I was trapped,
Trapped in the black hole,
Created by him,
And no escape.
Jupiter
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Jupiter  Moscow, Russia
(Moscow, Russia)   
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