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Sara Nelson Sep 2018
It's time to burn the bridges I built
While you were widening the gap.
It's about reclaiming parts of me
That I trusted you to hold.
It has nothing to do with you.
You've done enough damage,
This is my fire.
Sara Nelson Sep 2018
My thoughts return to you
Like picking at
An infected wound.

Satisfying,
but unproductive.

— The End —