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Hunter
Do you hear yourself when you talk? Do those fickle, fill-in words ever come back to you in the form of monsters under the bed or ghosts of people you’ve loved, hated loved again in the same hour? You have a voice that laughs, face that smiles and a mind that seethes. You are a hunter, trap set in a field, one false step and the animal is wounded, practically dead. A relationship goes awry for a moment and becomes nothing - We became nothing - due to words you’ve falsified long ago My expectations of you were low enough. But this? This is proof enough that your hateful mind sees what it wants, hears what it was looking for, ignoring the rest. do you understand the foundations our friendship was built upon, the principles of love once a meadow picked to extinction by your shaky hands Did you forget roses had thorns when you started your apocalypse? It was your seething head that brought us here Not I, Not fate, Not God. Now our legs are caught in your trap together. You’re the hunter, I’m merely prey. What will you do next? Will you shoot for the kill, the ties, or release me, heal me, and bring me to the same trap? Learn to forgive. Drop the gun and learn to listen.
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