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Nov 2017
I let her into my world,
I handed her the power and gave
her the freedom to wield it on her own.

I sat back as I let her prey on me
and under my bed she sleeps slumberly

Feasting on my heart
with no where to hide and too much
baggage to cart.

Clawing her nails into my skin,
suffocating me,
devouring me limb by limb.

In a world she didn't belong
she soon moved into every crevice of my life
hiding inside rooms and closets
turning off all the lights.

A home I no longer had
She lived in my very house

I made her a monster,
when I should of made her a mouse.
My first time sharing. Thank you for taking the time to read and give me any feedback possible. I appreciate it so much. Jealousy is an ugly thing when you make that person more than what they are.
Leigha Betts
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Leigha Betts  27/F/Somewhere, New York
(27/F/Somewhere, New York)   
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   Laura Duran
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