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Jan 2018
He wants to pretend that last night was on the timeline of never.
But he forgets to remember that Iā€™m an overthinker.
Drinking the venom that forms on his mouth.
Letting it spread into my veins until it numbs my capability to make words come out.
Tangled in his web of lies, waiting patiently to let him bite my head off.
Beaten up by his uncontrollable anger until Iā€™m left in gravel with a ****** spit and a hoarse cough.
Standing at the very end of the line of dominoes he purposefully toppled over.
Unsure of his motives to hurt me, I don't think the pain will get any better.

I don't know what I did wrong for him to hate the person he used to love so dearly.
I feel death will be the bandage for the knife wounds he left in my heart so merely.
I wish he knew how much it hurts and how much I cry.
But to him, it's just another day passing by.
I don't know what I did for him to resent me so much.
Fritzi Melendez
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Fritzi Melendez  22/F/North Richland Hills, TX
(22/F/North Richland Hills, TX)   
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