This doesn’t make sense
I couldn’t win that race, you beat me there.
You pulled your trigger inside of me.
You whispered “our little secret”
Maybe it hurt to much, maybe it still does.
You took the life out of me.
I may be alive, but I’m no further living.
I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
I screamed, I still do.
Just the thought of you.
I’m fighting myself, to get it out of my head.
What have you done to me?
What did you think
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Wow. Very powerful write. I have been there and trust me, the pain never leaves. I'm sorry you had to go through that. An amazing first poem! And, welcome to AP! I'm almost in tears reading this, but very well done!
ing alone,
Mylee
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