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“Her anger left marks on my skin; beauty transformed to fury and rage- my heavenly angel became an angel of death. With each word she broke the fibers of my being; she plunged her hand into my chest and commandeered my bleeding heart. Yet with every squeeze of my heart she breathed new life into me; like a god she commanded the my universe to shift its landscape- the collision galaxies rattled my spirit with toxically addicting love; she was a dagger in my chest, a black hole in the infinite space of my soul. If I expunged her hand from my chest surely my heart would be stolen away. And it was- I forced her out of me- her carcinogenic love left me hollow and aching; now I stand in this nothingness calling her name, hoping and praying that she plunges her hand in my empty chest and returns my heart- I wish on a thousand souls that she grants me her toxic love afresh.”
~NC
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