Beneath the Darkness
I once thought you were the one who was meant for me. We met on a bench, under the generous shade of that cherry tree. And over the course of what felt like a promised eternity, you buried me underneath a pile of its wilting leaves, with the weight of my mistakes trampling over me. A victim of your successful robbery.
You trusted me to keep your secrets, and I was foolish enough to think the same. Instead, you whispered them to my inner demons, who long ago, manipulated my strings like a puppet made of porcelain.
Because of you, I managed to push them back so far away. Although this may be true, it is unfortunate that also because of you, they have returned. Unleashing their ire through waves of fire.
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