Constantly in my hand our meetings
Plays
At every juncture they dance and taunt me,
I want to celebrate loving you
Instead I'm bleeding you
I hone in on missing you.
You invaded my body my mind my soul
You measure greatly in my genes
You grind me and spew me out
You denounced me
You REPLACED ME
I MEAN so little to you
I mean very little to all
I wish I could flush myself like the waste I feel.
The awfulness of my existence is clear
You want to rid me
Abandon me
Forget me
Erase me
I would to if I were you
Id dismember the memories ....
To be continued too sad to finish...
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