Frozen and diminished. My mind screaming your mouth yelling. What can I do, when the pain I feel is beyond the point of toleration. Where can I go to escape a fate that is more painful than the thought of death itself. Losing you has taken a toll on my ever decreasing self confidence, but this is more. With this you have made me a coward, taken apart by your words of total delirium. My ears forced to bear witness to the ever growing sound of your total destruction. Today I gave in and saw at once the mistake that it told. My witness means nothing as I fight for control of the ever crushing hold you have upon my heart. Take your hand away and I die, yet keep it where it is and I can't stand it. Confusing begins to describe only a fraction of what I feel and through these words I find a sort of comfort. A kind of grace that comes with not having to listen and speak what you wish but what I want.
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