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Broken

A lesson not yet learned, I look back into shards of memories scattered in my tracks this pressure, my shock emulating my diction a silent sound, all that isn't constricted my left brain separating the facts. I still feel the moment, that new lesson discovery, not always a progression had I not succumbed to your power I'd never remember that hour looking back, praying for an eraser but even now you have never looked safer or more destructive. Even with the facts I find sanity banished from my mind thoughts of you trickling into my subconscious someone killed my failing conscience your eyes like beautiful knives your arms stealing me from reprieve I could never say no. No, pain is not worthy to describe my condition to discover my world simply part of your fiction I would rather be lost than again be broken by you.
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erica-forever
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Jan 6, 2011
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