31 ~ Murdered of emotions

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Your name is not my present any longer.

Like a house of cards,

Nightmares that filled my mind

And the whole lot you arranged, broke apart.

It took me time, tears and fears,

To pull away from your tormenting gaze,

The mad wind of your aura.

It took me loudest yells,

The struggles from the core,

From innermost bits of my soul,

To awaken my subconsciousness.

Even though I'm as yet slithering the labyrinths of your lies

Tearing the net of your intrigues,

Infrangible intuition and exhausted visions

Are slowly pulling me forth.

Proudly I know,

The murderer of emotions,

Is not my future any more.

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