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Jan 2019
I do.
It was supposed to be an unbreakable bond.
To my dismay, it became nothing but a binding chain.

At first it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
She was the moth.
I was the flame.
Then I said, “I do” and everything changed.

I once picked roses for her.
Now it seems her heart has begun to wither.
She pledged to be forever by my side.
Now it seems I am but a thorn in hers.

Having lost my true love, I’ve no reason left to live.
So, I used this rope to free me from the chain.
Feel free, I do.
Micheal
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Micheal  16/M
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