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My mind.. Empty just as my heart..

Burned, ripped, Destroyed...

You made me cry days & nights..

While I was still Caring..

While I was still hoping for changes..

Just like Monkshood : poisonous ! 

Deadly poisonous.. beautiful on appearance But so vicious inside..

Thought your essence was unique and different.

Guess the field was only beautiful on surface.

The flowers were burning from the roots,

Leaving only suffering and a strange smell of ashes..

You know what happen when your veins are infected by this kind of poison..

The pain.. And the struggle until the death consume it all...

I refused !! 

I had to find a medecine..

Refusing to fade so easily ! And I found it.. my cure.

.. healing is a hard part either

It's hard to remove something that is already a part of you.

Contaminated to the bones.

You stole a part of me..

When I look for it, I only find emptyness.

Facing nostalgia is worst than fight the problem itself.

I had to know and realise by myself the damages you have done to me.

You have Destroyed all of my trust..

Over My Dead Body... I still hate you from what you have done..

For how you treated me.. but.. I still wish the best for you.

It was hard to cut the vines... but I did !!

No matter how this damn flower is beautiful and seem so amazing, even now.. 

I will NEVER gather it again..

I will just stare at you from far away..

Every mr. Wrong needs a Mrs. Right.. I told you.

You will find her someday.. but its not me.

Farewell dear M.poisonous !.