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CRSM -

I loose myself now

erasing the existance of me

that was.

Your tender heart aches.

I know.

I can almost feel it bleed.

But I can only watch.

For - any salve I would apply

would be picked clean by the tortuous being that resides

inside all of us.

And then your aching would scream again for a remedy.

There I would stand

empty handed

with tears in my eyes

handing you nothingness

when your entirety craves more.

So

I erase myself.

emptying the thing of me that people crave

blowing away the remnants

scattering them so that they are

no longer recognizable as the thing that was

me.

Let no words of mine haunt you but these:

May all the pain that ails you rest

deep

and the life and soul that is you

breathe

Let all who encounter you be enlightened

by the beauty of your soul poured out

in your words.

When you find the time to look into the sky and see anything twinkling -

Remember me.



6 Days and counting. This email contact will be gone.

Goodbye CRSM.







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CrimsonKytti  

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Doesn't it make your heart happy to know that you are loved? (no babe, it hurts, that  much more)