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Dec 2012
This is not you.
This person you've become.
This is a bad dream that will end.
When will I wake up with you beside me.
With all that's leftover a chill.
A distant memory of this ruined life.
These ruined memories,
Poisoned, tainted.
when will love outweigh the destruction.
This cannot be real,
This cannot be my life now.
You couldn't have done this to yourself.
Let yourself slip into an abyss,
So deep, so cold, so haunted.
You're just breathing,
That's all that's left.
This strong, loving, tender soul.
This soul that would cling to me when he needed to.
This man who protected me,
Saved me from myself.
Is no where around anymore.
No where near me to save me now,
Or let me save you.
You've let yourself die inside and pushed me away.
We both died inside.
Ingrid Ohls
Written by
Ingrid Ohls  Guelph, ON
(Guelph, ON)   
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