Back to Black

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The words… the words… the words. They escape me like grains of sands slipping through grasping hands. I’m drowning in the black. The abyss is swallowing me up. I look down. I look up. I look around. There is no place to turn. Nowhere else to go. I need to get away from you – why? Don’t you understand what you’re doing to me? Doing to my emotions? Doing to my sanity? You’re killing me. I want to pack up my bags and walk straight out of the door, and never turn back. But, like a bungee cord, you keep pulling me right back into your arms. I hate you. I love you. I can do better. I feel safe in your arms. I can’t help but need you, even though you’re toxic. Damn it! Call me stupid. Call me crazy. But you’re the one for me, baby. Always, and forever.

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