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They peeled it all away;
Little by little,
Each ounce of me went missing,
It was the slow death felt.
Don’tcall it as flashbacks,
Call it memories.

No, not you…
But you…
Blissful days,
The path where this ,filled soul once walked;
Trying to forget the – forget me not’s
And how could I possibly let them call it a rose?
While I looked at the thorns;
The Queen of sadness must have been replaced.
The call of the emotions poisoned it all.

Tomorrow, if the void soul doesn’t call out –
Don’t call it as death,
Tell them it was tricked.
Tricked to live along the sad uncanny.

-thepinkgleam

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