de nada
i remember. as if it was yesterday. the darkness. me screaming. all the tears and hatred. and who pacified me? it was a stranger.
how many times can one die?
…and the cycle goes on…
no, i’m not here because it is comfortable. i’m here because i love him… and yet, that doesn’t seem to be enough anymore.
and the love wanes…
and tears fall. blood trickles.
pain is the only familiar feeling. warm. accepting.
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