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Oct 2014
If it was dark outside right now
I'd still be thinking of you.
The rain only strengthens the reinforcement of my tears
I know you'll be back
With the wind and snow
But what if he never came back?
I can't ask myself that question with a definite answer
Because when someone is half your universe
It's hard to imagine what it's like without him.

Haphazard motions
Following the lines, shapes, in my head
In my head there is always an image of you.
Sometimes I see your face, sometimes I see a running boy
Sometimes I see darkness and remember the sensation of arms around me
And in my hair
Like I was important
Lies.
You're important, not me. It shouldn't matter what happens to a monster.
I love you too much to let you hurt.

If it was sunshiny outside right now
I'd probably cry thinking of your eyes
And the pain, the anger, the brilliance, the darkness, the elegant defeat.
Hidden in one little boy.
If I lost you, I'd lose it. Not only that, but I would lose half my heart too
Because I did invest it in your cause and someone will pay if I regret that.
Don't dream standing. The time for action is now. If your back's against the wall
Find a way out and run. That's the way people like me do things.
Running isn't cowardice, running is an art. Running away is ideal.

I remember things like the dark purple beneath your eyes and the strange lines on your nose
But they aren't terrible to me.
They give you breath, a life, a soul. They gave you everything I couldn't.
And I'm sorry.
I should've asked more questions. I should've been there, I really should've!
And now I feel the need to protect you and everyone from me, the horrible monster
Who ruins everyone's life going around giving false promises, feeding people power and disappointment
I'm sorry.
Clara Jean Martin
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Clara Jean Martin  McCall, ID
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