February 21, 2025
I'm reminded again ... please help me prepare. I don't want to be the pain that I've carried around since then. Bypass the lies and what was step easy on the cracks and hear my whispers through the crust. Belong only to me! The tormentors now in cuffs, shackle my rage and imperfections. I'm hollow as I wither slow. Desperate for a reconciliation the love for her seems to grow. It's beyond madness the trigger pulled into a small disaster. The grey unfolds into a casket push play then pause- to see the full results!
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