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i was stabbed to death falling through

the                              chasm                                                 

created by

you,

me,

everyone in between,

filled with

broken shards of our first memories of what was and what wasn’t,

immovable, razor sharp boulders encasing our feelings never revealed,

blood-tipped spears created with sentimental possessions irrevocably melted into nothing but metal.

my downfall,

my end,

all because of you.

and that was okay.

it was because of you.






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