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And no matter how much time lay between you and I, whenever I reach out my hand I question why,
Why I had to come across the demon of you
And why, after so many else's, you had to take my light too,
Why you tore me apart limb by limb,
Until, over the edge of life's surface my blood would brim,
Why you shaped this to be our end,
because I really thought you were my friend.***
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Catharsis | Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my mind. *** A/N: No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the permission of the author - @themars_w The entire collection is my own creation. Remember, plagiarism is illegal & therefore pun...