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Oct 2014
And so it is, the end has come
my head voluntarily disconnecting
while my heart struggles not to feel
as I turn off any love I've ever felt

Like a faucet, it will drip
until the last drop has bled out
and the neural walls I build, set in place
love is not our home any longer

Love is a place others go, seeking comfort
and acceptance, but not I
I will seek out every dark and quiet corner
love is not welcome here, *not now or ever
The Messiah Complex
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The Messiah Complex  46/M/Washington D.C
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