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I thought I was going to die
I felt my heart skip a beat
my breathing slowed, ragged
the world went dizzy, my view twisted
I thought I was going to die
anger fought to overcome the pain
which struck me like a knife
tears verge on the edges of my eyes
I would not give him the pleasure of seeing me cry
I felt like I could die
right there, where I stood
pencil moving on a sheet of faded paper
my life, my dream, my wishes fell thru the floor as heavy as stones
is it natural? to feel such a loss?
was it intentional?
for him to cause me so much pain?
I wanted to die
right there where I stood
dried flowers at my feet
tears streaming down my face