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Like Doritos,they left. I don't get the metaphore. How do dominions leave?

Jim Miller Jim Miller
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Like dominoes,they left. I don't get the metaphore. How do dominoes leave?

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As I type, the tears stream down my face.
Impossible to stop.
Impossible to bare.
Like dominoes, they left.
Everyone.
Alone!
ALONE. It screams through my head incessantly. Confusion filling my skull. Betrayal.
Friendship is a silly thing. It's a trick, didn't you know?
See the whole thing is letting someone inside. Allowing them entrance into the deepest parts of your being and letting them explore, fixing and repairing little things here and there. But what you don't yet know, is that after a while.... When you trust them with your life...
They take their bandages and ointments, and strangle you!
Poison you!
Oh it's so hilarious really. How I once thought that I had friends. Lovers. I can't even trust myself anymore.
How could you think that any of it was real? Their words and all of the things you've done for them.... It never mattered. One by one. They marched out, never caring.
"I-It was all fake?" my brain utters.
"It felt so real though..." my heart cries.
"Every single touch." my lips quiver.
"Meant... Nothing.." my body shudders.
And so I retreat back into myself. Into my own mind. Wreaking havoc on this naive, injured little soul of mine.
Maybe after all, I never was meant to be?
Never meant to be loved?
Never meant to live?
"I can help" death whispers.
"You can stop the confusion?" my brain inquires.
"No more pain?" my heart faintly beats.
"No more?.." my bitten lips crave this death.
"I'm ready" my bloody body states.
Take this silly little girl away from her illusions and false hope.
"Cut me open" my tired veins beg with what is left of my energy 2 comments


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