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May 2019
i am the killer of my
future, the cold-blooded
executioner of my own dreams.
i feel relief wash over
tired eyes when the
knife wound weeps.
a mercy killing when i'm
being honest, not a hunter,
not a coward,
just brave enough to
accept
a misstep,
miscalculation,
the familiar embrace
of an ex-lover.
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
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