I don't remember your smile with the fangs, nor your dry hands on my skin or the way you speak.
What I have left is the way I denied you the little happiness because I was too ashamed to let you see me free, in fear of being locked up.
I am repeating the times you gave me a chance and I was a blind and obtuse player who decided to participate too late.
I am at this moment where you laughed with this facility in which many stopped to see you but I only had a crossroads in my eyes.
I am in this situation where I am removing you from me at the cost of remembering every mistake I made by fearing love by triple its value.
T.A.
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