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Each session was  an hour and a half  of pain.  Little did I know the true  hurt would still remain.  What I perceived as thoughtful  and deep turned out to be  my worst enemy who even  watches me sleep.  In my dreams I'm able to stray,  but when I awake I know you  are here to stay.  I will cut, claw, and scrape as  I may. But all efforts are to  no avail for you will never  be kept at bay.  Sitting in regret is not  time well spent, there's  nothing more I can do,  so I shall repent.  There will come a time where  I will no longer be your slave.  Soon you'll just be three layers  of ink that will diminish in my grave.  No longer will I be consumed with sorrow  because where I go I know you will never follow.
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Three layers of ink
Each session was  an hour and a half  of pain.  Little did I know the true  hurt would still remain.  What I perceived as thoughtful  and deep turned out to be  my worst enemy who even  watches me sleep.  In my dreams I'm able to stray,  but when I awake I know you  are here to stay.  I will cut, claw, and scrape as  I may. But all efforts are to  no avail for you will never  be kept at bay.  Sitting in regret is not  time well spent, there's  nothing more I can do,  so I shall repent.  There will come a time where  I will no longer be your slave.  Soon you'll just be three layers  of ink that will diminish in my grave.  No longer will I be consumed with sorrow  because where I go I know you will never follow.
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
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