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My Fault

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Krystal.

Not a name.

A mask. A code for a version of myself that doesn't exist. A way to tell the story without choking on it.

Behind the name lies a truth too tangled to say aloud.

A truth I whisper, every night, in the dark:

It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault.

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In The Almost

We had a connection that was one in a billion. When our eyes locked, we could not look away, no matter how much we tried. At first we did not understand it, but soon we knew. Soulmates. It was everything to us and impossible to ignore. We both had our own lives before each other and we tore them apart just to be together. These poems carry what came from that love, the beginning, the middle, and the good. But what good is love if in the end we tear each other apart. In The Almost. Disclaimer: Fiction - Not About You - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and situations are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.