Her dreams were cut out
piece by piece
and burned in the fires they started
from their hatred
stuck in a hate triangle.
no escape for her
she loved them both
though they didn't love each other
pain is like fuel
to the loneliness
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2016 11:41
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Comments1
Hate sometimes has a way of taking hold of us. Nicely done.
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