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A glow that makes even the sun to bow in respect.

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October 24, 2021

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Seeing your face, my heart no longer smiles. The fire has been extinguished, a gloom has set in, rain clouds have exiled the sun. When did this happen? When did I fall from the float, to hit the ground so painfully? My mind and my heart, can not answer that question. Like a cool summer breeze, love blew past. No matter how hard this self tries to make things as beautiful as before; the eyes only see dry deserts-burnt rain forests. Lying on a stone next to a warm body, when did I become ice? When did your touch move me, to put a knife through your heart? I have become a lonely ball of mass, curled up in an empty corner. Pretend! Playing pretend has knocked the air out of my lungs. I am a woman burried alive, helplessly gassping for air. How did our love story come to this? When did being with you, start hurting more then being away from you? When did watching you leave give me relief, while watching you walk towards me feels like a thousand deaths? My mind wonders...

Lost Love ❤

September 25, 2022

Ever since that night of our joining into one flesh, I have been tossing and turning in my sleep. My actions have conflicted with my beliefs. The shadows in the dark are pointing fingers of accusations at me. The voices in my head have criticized me to insanity. Falling in your trap of seduction I allowed you to defile me, in the entanglement of your web. I was pure and ripe! I never allowed you to pluck the fruit. Going beyond 90 days-a whole 2 years passed. Even after following all these rules, instead of wedding bells, all I got was rejection. I fall asleep on wet pillows. My shatterd dreams have paralyzed my body. Life goes on for you! You are sleeping well! How do you remain so unaffected? I wish you had put a knife through my heart instead and killed me officially. Death would be better then living as a breathing corpse. His words still ring in my ears; "If a man's goal was to harvest the fruit, even if you make him wait for 30...