I used to watch the words flow from your mouth, I used to watch them fade away in the dead space you once called air. I used to breathe you in. Then you decided breathing wasn't an option. The pain was. You felt it I caused it. The aching in my bones. With a heart of glass and body of stones. You were my temple. I worshiped you....
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