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Moggy's Mutterings - 20. Tatters

I never touched you.
Yet I sought approval.
A stray good job and I wanted more.
I opened myself. Shared as never before.
I woke, eager for the day.
A flash, and there I stood in the aftermath,
like so much wind strewn trash.
I never touched you.
But you shredded my soul.

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I woke, eager for the day.
A flash, and there I stood in the aftermath,
like so much wind strewn trash.

 

This lines made me feel very sad...really, when you open up to someone and they suddenly leave is hard..

Touching poem!!

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thanks aviana. it is very hard, especially when you  liked and respected them. sad part is i still do, :/ i'm just the jester to this life

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