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I felt the loss, now i'm exposed to fear
The end is coming near

All I need is you to hear me
The words that i'm saying are dire

I need you to hear

My last thoughts are of pure faith and desire
Why can't you hear me?

My last step;
My last breathe

Here I am
Open, and wounded

Needing some swooning, craving pain

The loss of my past, predicting the aching pain of lost love and relation

I'm here; waiting
Patiently waiting

Needing, and pleeding

The last dose

The one that makes my heart implode

Destruction

My needs are unconquerable
I always hear the old saying
“cut off the limb.”
Unfortunately,
my heart convinced my mind
to allow the infection to evolve
and grow into a whole new limb
that became a toxic person.
Ugh

— The End —