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The Abandon Child

I stand alone as an abandon child. Lost without anyone in my life. I'm trying to 
find my way, but keep getting tangled in the weave of life. A weave that changes is 
pattern and form every second and every turn. Every time I think I find an end the 
weave moves another way.

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Last Words Part 1

You were my hero. I thought as long as I had you by my side, I could do anything. 
Then slowly I realized I lost myself in the storm. You took over, there was nothing 
left of who I use to be. I slowly left everybody that matter to me. I thought you were 
more important than anybody. I was willing to give you anything and I did. I gave 
you my life. You may not realize it, but I did. I know now that there will never be me 
again. I let you use me against myself. I told you my secrets and my fears and 
you use them against me. The funny thing is even though all the signs were 
there I would not’t believe it. I thought it was everyone else’s fault. I thought you 
will never hurt me. I thought you will protect me from everything. You said you love 
me and you would not’t let anything happen to me. You said that as long as I 
stayed by your side and love you, that nothing bad will ever happen. I did 
everything you told me, yet now I know that all you said were lies. I lay here on the 
floor bleeding from my wrist. Slowly everything is disappearing. The funny thing is 
I don’t believe I’m dying. I believe is just another door closing. My life had been 
over long before the blood ever hit the floor. My life was over the moment I let you 
take over me. All this now is just the proof to what was already been there. My last 
words to you are, did you appreciate the gift I gave you that I never was able to 
take back.

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Last Words Part 2

All I see is red. I only see the pool of blood next to you. I never meant for what had 
happened. I never meant to play the game. I made you believe in us. I lead you to 
believe that I love you. I told you no one else loves you. I slowly asked you to 
change little things about yourself. I thought I could make you into the perfect 
lover. I thought if I could make you into who I wanted you to be, we will both be 
happy. I will have my perfect lover and you will have me. Things slowly got 
intense. I knew you were close to pushing the button for the end. I never thought 
you will actually put an end to everything. I thought this was just one of your little 
temper tantrums. I thought if I leave; it will teach you to stop throwing the temper 
tantrums. I thought you will just say you’re sorry and I could go back to building 
myself the perfect lover. I was wrong. You could not’t handle the way your life had 
become. I’m sorry. I should have seen the signs. I wish there was something I 
could say. I know that no matter what I say now it does not’t matter, you are gone. 
The end has come. I don’t know if this is any conciliation to you, but I’m having a 
hard time getting on with my life without you. I guess what I’m trying to say is, that 
for once I will do the right thing. I will show you now all the love I never showed 
you. BANG.

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Game Over

I’m tired of what has become us. Today I will say good-bye to it all. The game has 
ended. I don’t want to see you again. I want to forget that once upon a time there 
use to be us.  To me, we will never exist again, so as you walk out remember to 
close the door to my heart and leave the key because never again will you be 
allowed in it. Don’t even think about coming to the door again because as long 
as I live the door will be close to you. You say that I should not’t blame you for 
everything, that it was my fault too. Well, don’t worry I don’t blame you for anything, 
I blame myself for everything. To me everything was my fault because I’m the one 
that fell in love with you. That’s why I’m taking responsibility for my mistakes. 
That’s why you are no longer allowed in the door. Leave now and don’t even turn 
around for a last look.

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My Prey

My life is like a spider's web. It's very unique with no way out. I weave and weave 
to trap my prey. My prey gets attracted by the design. The desing enchants them 
and hypnotice them. Once my prey is in my web I can do as I please. There's no 
way out for my prey.

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Last Words Part 3

We never spoke about how we felt. We thought the other one always knew. We 
thought we never had to say I love you, because we thought it was understood. I 
guess we should have never assumed. We should have said it even if we knew. 
Maybe if we had spoken things would not’t have ended the way they did. Our 
blood would not’t have been spilled the way it was. Maybe in another life we will 
tell each other the truth.

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Sin

I love the fact that you are my forbidden fruit. Each tender taste of you, I get is 
sweet. The taste makes me want to scream for more, yet I know it’s what I can 
not have. I want you more and more each hour. If only I could give into the sins of 
the heart. If only I could make it be right. Inside my body, a war has been created. 
I’m tormented by the thoughts of how can something as sweets as you be 
wrong. Yet, I must tell myself that it is wrong and that I must have control. Yet as I 
try to control myself, I long for just another taste. Then, I long to have it all. I long 
for the sweetness of your kisses, hugs, and feel. I long for the smile in you as we 
touched, yet I know I must forget that I ever felt you. I must remember to be strong 
and not give into sin.

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Innocence

A child turned to a woman before her time. In the darkness and coldness of this 
hateful world, the innocence is lost.  The story is like a folk tale now each narrator 
changes it a bit. The difference with this folk tale is that the victim and the villain is 
never the same. In the dark she hides the truth a truth that every one has there 
own version to. We each keep thinking that the version we heard is the truth. Do 
we honestly believe it to be true or is it that we believe it because we are scare of 
the truth?

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Sweet Dream

I have dreamed about you for years. I have pictured you in every detail. Your smile 
rings inside my head constantly. I see your eyes staring into mine. I feel so much 
love in between us. My love for you feels eternal. I can’t believe the dream is over. 
The dream ended before it could ever really begin. I feel so hurt and lost now that 
is over. I can’t believe I will never see those hypnotizing eyes again. I will never 
hear your lovely laughter drown away the pain. I have dreamed about you for so 
long that now that I know it will always be just a dream; it seems like everything is 
pointless. I can’t sleep at night for fear that I will dream about you. How can life 
deal me this hand? How can it be that you will never be? You seemed so real to 
me that I can’t believe it was just a dream. Goodbye my sweet dream.