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Dear Wanker
I’m not always sure what to do
But, I’m good with words, so I wrote this for you
Your heart is a stone, its rough and dark
And deep in that rock is a hole
That hole is where you kept me.
From my small view I watched my life pass by as I lived as half a person.
When I catch myself thinking of what we once were i’m enveloped in a whirlwind of disgust.
Im learning, again, how to breathe my own breath.
So I don’t live with regret
Ever again.
So, at night I close my eyes and whisper our secrets to the ceiling.
Purging my soul of memory of you.
Copyright ©
Kellie Parks
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