Sunday, July 1, 2018

Better Off Without You

I Found myself once I lost you. How dare you call me back, asking me to lose myself again. I made myself small for you, shrunk down my words, swallowed my sentences. Now I'm speaking, shouting, screaming and you are upset about what is being said? Honey, you should have realized you couldn't kill me even though you thought I was better off dead. -M.D.L

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