Past tense

Every morning brings a new day and every night I get alittle more sleep. I’m starting to realize, to uncover, now that you are gone. Your ways are cowardly and your deep need for admiration makes my stomach roll. Your back bone has deteriated and soft skin is all that you are. What makes a person is their integrity, their heart and their will. Where did yours go? Your pedastal has collapsed and my heart has combust. My chest no longer hurts as I can breathe.

by yougoththis

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