Lost in the space of time
gazing up at the extensive night sky
alone, with what would be known as memories
Like a fire
you're either kept warm by their presence
or left to feel their destructive path
In what would feel like an eternity
they would fight their last battle
Realizing their destructive mannor
I stood up from their kick to my legs, and proclaimed
"I am no longer a victim, you can no longer hurt me"
and with their dying breath, these memories of mine
Replaced themselves with what truely was there
a life full of happiness and joy
no pain
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