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As subtle as a gentle wind,

It creeps into your mind.

Futilely you resist...

 

It takes root deep within the recesses of your heart

And most days you don't remember it's invasion;

Lulled into a false sense of security...

 

By and by you are engulfed.

Twisting

   Jerking

      Thrashing

          Constricting

                

Defeat

 

Languidly

Mockingly

It fondly caresses you

A sickening farewell...

 

And here I am

 

Alone

 

Left to pick up the pieces

 

 

Again

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Written by
lily-kensington
24 / F / American
Published
Oct 24, 2013
Lines·Words
20·71
Notes

You claim that it was me who caused you grief, but in the end I had to save myself from the war you were raging.... And despite rescuing  myself, the aftershocks are more vicious than before.

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