When you left, I lost a part of myself.
I thought that piece of me faded and died.
I stumbled on my own ignorance,
drug induced, comatose,
and torn at the seams.
When I began to grab on to reality
and climb out of my own hell,
I realized you didn’t leave; I did.
In the back of my mind,
you were always there.
I just created a plane of misery
contributing to my own demise.
KLJ
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2025 13:14
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Comments2
Superb
Thank you!
Often what we see as another's fault is that of our own. Nicely written
Yes, I agree! Thank you!
You are most welcome
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