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Fable
I belived what you said, that you would never hurt me.
I loved you, everything you did, everything you said.
You were the light of my life.
You were my soul.
I trusted you completely.
You stabbed me in the heart, you took away my will.
All the pretty words you said, all the things you did.
They were nothing but lies, they were nothing but deceit.
You tore off the mask you w...
Tuesday 4th July 2023 6:45 am
La vita e la morte
Life has drawn to a grinding, meandering pace
Where there once was happiness, pleasure and joy
Now only a void and darkness in its place
And the man I am is no longer the boy
As the smoke gracefully laps my pale face
Reaching gently my soul; a soothing decoy
From the pain and anger, with each fleeting breathe
As I sit and wait, contemplating death.
Monday 22nd June 2015 8:38 am

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