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Dec 2012
We're in a race-it's time to leave
My heart aches, my lungs scream
You grab my hand, I let you in
You burn inside-I shiver and cringe
There's no turning back and nothing to see.
I am blinded by the dark and clenching a key
Holding a lock, the other part I need, you open a path that I plan to lead. Taking my hand, I want to scream.
Your eyes stare and destroy all of me. Our love is over and you swallowed the key.
False hope rains as I start to see
The truth in your lies and what you turn out to be
A monster
You have won.
Preslie Jeans
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