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You owe me six years,
six years you took from me.

Six years I spent pining, loving,
pleading with the world to let you love me.

You owe me my ability,
my ability to love is scarred from your carelessness.

Six years you spent carving, stabbing,
killing my love that I continued to give.

You owe me, but I don't think I could bring myself to take it back.
 Oct 2020 Aimee Phelps
Hammad
We all take
slow poison
willingly -  when we allow
toxic people in our life
to exploit
our vulnerabilities,
to prey
on our weaknesses...
to infest
their misery
on our blessings...
My dear
I have seen them casting spells
so evil
that they left nothing
but a dry, barren and empty soul....

— The End —