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May 2014
the thoughts of you came back so silently as a snake slithering on the floor
i hadn't realized that you were back until i felt your fingers squeeze me tight enough that the ounces left in me that loved you fell to the floor. believe me i wanted to take hold of your head and hit you to let me go. but you held on tighter and marked your fingertips on my flesh that when you left i could still feel them pressing hard onto my skin. the last memory i had of you were of guilt and pain, of sickness and bitterness that i had forgotten who you were to me. you'd ****** out all the love i had for you and became this person who now tormented me with bitterness and pain. i had no clue to who you were and i wished i did. because then i would have stopped you from breaking my will.


- a.l.
Anne
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