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He cuts through meSlashes like a machete on my bare skin Limb from limb, I am torn apart.

Seeking recognition Which I do not find He blames, criticizes, condemns.

Suffocating, drowning, burning Blistered and scorched my heart. Cold, empty palpitations.

Lifeless, numb, obsolete Is the past. Disjointed as detached Siamese twins.

Lacerated, severed, torn Cut from my existence. Slashed is his soul.

We are departed.

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"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts. Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms. Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt." -Mumford & Sons