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Scattered faces behind the curtain.
Publics view from the outside,
Sketchy looks, taunting whispers.
Shades of blue is were I remain
This depressed state of mania
hides me from her,
the one that put me here to begin with.
My tortured soul just believed that she was mine,
believed that she loved me.
I did everything for her.
I only filled my lungs and carried on living for her.
She tore those feelings that need that longing away from me.
Coincidently it rained that distrustful night,
She was sitting….lying in the back seat,
under 170lbs of human flesh, living, breathing, human flesh.
She was connected to that horrible mound.

I died a little more every day after that.

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YoungDarkPoet

Sudbury, Canada

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