Never

I never was

more alive

than when

you

were killing

all that

struggled to

breathe and

thrive and

grow within

that dark

room

stale and

suffocating

stealing light

so that all

there was

left inside

was a

mangled

what could

have been

corpse

if only

I didn’t

love

to

die

this

way.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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