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Apr 2018
The day brings hope;
The night taunts with flashbacks and horrors.

Pleas for blissful ignorance,
Go unheard.
Time for that has passed.
Winter cocoons me in frost,
That summer attempts to thaw.

You remind me of all of this.
Once my thoughts gather themselves,
I realize I still feel the same:
Splattered across the four walls,
Within the room,
You murdered me in.
amber
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