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Letter to Closure


Dear MW

Never thought I'd be the type to fall

The type to fall hard. 

Falling hard for one I barely even knew.

Although,

A quick facetime call 

Or

A short text from you

Brought a smile to my face.

Little did I know...

The depth of my place. 

"You're different from the others,"

"You should only worry about how I am when I'm with you,"

"You'll always be my little baby,"

Promising words, that were only ever lies.

Lies that allowed me to sink

Further into this hole. 

A hole in which I can not get out of, 

Because of you.

Promising words, that are now unpromised.

I'm in this dark hole,

And all I ask is that you please close it...

For my sake. 

 

Britney Clark

 

 

 

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