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Sep 2013
As my voice disappeares
You intend to hurt
Your words are rocks
My heart an easy target
You bleed the freak
I have so many bull's-eyes
You know them all
I trusted you with secrets
My shame my guilt

Seven years yet I know little about you
Well played.

Now my heart grows hard and cold
Who will I become?
My blood is blackened upon this page
The loss of love extinguishes rage
Even RNA could never mend
The passion of love that dies within...

He stopped loving her today...
(So he could try and love again, someday perhaps!)
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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