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I remember when my fingers had a surface on which to walk. No no, not just any shallow pool in which to bathe but an ocean there to drown me. Lips blue with dying breath sucked out so slowly caught up in your pythons embrace. Each uttered sylable so much more deadly than the last untill the toxicity from your tongue left me dazed and wondering back to you each time you let me go. Kept wondering how I got back, kept wondering how it was I could see what my mind would not accept... how my mind could not accept what was so obviously right in front of me. And your lips parted suddenly it didnt seem so clear. A surface for my fingers to walk, a place to vent my passions out as undeserving as you made me feel. A place to bleed my soul out, to empy each loving thought into a void of lust that didnt care or live. A void whose existance was purely to serve its self. latching on to heart felt moments and drinking in each glance like a starved and blood thirsty animal. I lived far to much time staring at the wall thinking through the patterns in the partical board and wondering which shape upon which to fixate while I waited for you to give a damn. I wonder now, why my mind is still wandering through the mazes you created with your parasitic thoughts. How it is that I can look in the mirror and still see what you made me feel. Each cut, each bruise so precisely where you left it.