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Jun 2017
In a past life reading, I was told I was a Queen.
I must have beheaded you,
I was a killing machine.
What crime you committed,
I have no memory of.

The laughs on me now, that we know for sure
I'm cursed with wicked thoughts of you,
There seems to be no cure
Your voice holds a power
A curse made just for me
I would do anything just to be free
Jump off a high mountain
Sail across the sea
To escape
I was in the process of desperately trying to escape and untangle a very long marriage. We are not yet at "The End." We are much closer to it though. I can see "The End" from here.
StarkHeart
Written by
StarkHeart  Cis/Texas
(Cis/Texas)   
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   Ryan Holden
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