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End War She's watching me, ripping me, stealing me. She is whats haunting me, mirror image defeating me. depleting me. Staring down a corridor straight into a slamming door. framing my self reserve, lost in that, and not before. the action merely devining it all, my satisfaction at being right, covers everything else that wanted me to be wrong. that slamming door, with echo of her words. "I don't love you, never have, never will." Wake up from that dream, god please when the time comes, don't let that be. |