It hit me like a death blow. . . when he said the words. . . "I have to let you go." So painful and slow, that I refuse to accept its finality. this pain I feel, defies reality. I have given my soul to him. And now he wants to set it free? Where will I be? He can't simply give my heart back to me. After he had his way? Death Blow. Painful and slow. He delivered it with the mercy of a Lion, A cougar, a snake, a scorpion, How dare you betray me! I dont want to be free. . . Death Blow. . . painful and slow, you delivered it with the fury of tornado, hurling me into the stratosphere, only to be pulled back to Earth by your cold hearted gravity. grounding me, into a world of misery, and harsh realities.
Reason for writing:
ya dig?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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