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Insanity

I held on tightly. But I watched you fall, and I couldn’t catch you. Or maybe you let go. And the flame went out. But the wax kept on melting, and it hardened. Or maybe you cut of the oxygen. And let it starve. Just like you watched me bleed. When you cut me, and you let me die. Over and over again When will it end? “Don’t let me go,” I whisper. Don’t let me go.

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Date: 1/5/2020 9:08:00 PM
The fact that you are waiting for it to end lends itself well with the whispering.
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