• She was beautiful back in the day.
  • When secrets and lies were hidden away.
  • She had dreams that tortured her in the night.
  • She battled with loneliness and lost the fight.
  • Hate was the only thing she ever gave me.
  • I thought when she died I would be free.
  • I carried the hurt and irrational fears.
  • It tore me apart for too many years.
  • She messed up my life even after she died.
  • I finally faced it and broke down and cried.
  • God only knows where she is now.
  • It doesn’t matter any how


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