Ghosts

and my attempt to lay them to rest...

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Here's what I did:
I wished for it.
I started it,
I ended it,
I WORKED at it,
I wrote: the emails, the texts, the loveletters.

But it was not meant to be.
The death sentence was on my birth certificate.

And no one can fight either.

And does everything always have to be such a struggle? Always?
I got tired. Deathly tired. So I quit.
Did he take over then, stay when I told him to go?
No.
And so -
Nearly three years since that tortured phonecall longdistance, and many many long nights later, it's over.

Finished.
If I have made the right decision, God, keep we walking forwards.
If it's the wrong one, God, forgive me, and keep me walking forwards.
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Peace.

Come on. Peace.
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