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i hope you never put anyone else through what you put me through...
i wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
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hearing your name used to bring me
joy
and
excitement

now
it’s makes me
sick
to my
stomach
The heart beats slower laying down
Weight of grave dirt heavy underneath
Sleep of the dead being a rapid rest
Fills the now with purposeful breath
There's an exit sign above the shrine.
It reminds me I can leave at any time.
There is no clock, though.
That reminds me that it's all relative.
Love holds you at gunpoint
Intentionally pulls the trigger
Hides the bullet casings
And wonders why you’re gun shy
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