Stages of a Love Story
This dark thing inside me consumes me for whole periods of time.
Every time, it happens. It is the end of the world.
My world is dark, and I only feel anger.
Anger feels like flames, licking at my skin.
Slowly devouring me as I whimper in agony.
I want to scream but sound doesn't escape me.
I only pretend that I am fine, which is why no one sense my pain.
Shrouded in shadow of the woman I was, I see things I hate now.
That person I was, I miss her so much.
I can never be her again.
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