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Jun 2012
Its a rainy Tuesday afternoon
And the sun disappeared way too soon
Watching ****** Tuesday afternoon TV
Sipping some weirdly named herbal tea
I hear my knocking
I start walking
I open the door; your standing there
I try to remember how to properly breathe air
You look like you always do
Your eyes that peculiar blue hue
The color of the sea right after rainfall
******* it all
You got a box in your hand
I understand
I take the box and throw it inside
You follow me in and I can't hide
We sit and adjacent chairs
The floor is the recipient of my dead stares
My full name passes your lips
Like a specter slithering from the crypts
Memories rush back
A sudden panic attack
For an instant we lock eyes
I see past your disguise
I see a stranger
It puts my sanity in danger
I thought I knew you
What was false, what was true
What was right, what was wrong
Was this you all along
I loved you before
But now I'm going to show you the door
Out of my house and out of my life
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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