Four minutes is a long time
when you're on a platform,
waiting to plunge.
He left before I could scream
"This is wrong!
Come with me!
I need these worde to spill
before I CHOKE!"...
Darkness trembled on the horizon:
I should have known it as a sign.
I left, alone,
with my hurt pinned neatly to my sleeve.
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isn't it just like that...
this piece makes me wonder what the other person thinks is so much better by leaving to whatever is waiting in that direction...
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