I heard your voice
In the dark of night
I saw you clearly
Despite the lack of light
Or was it just a glitch in the matrix.
A clone/drone or perhaps a fucking ghost. After all you haunt me.
If it wasn’t for you and your memory I have no idea how lost I’d be.
For your criticism has fueled me into the warrior of a woman you said I would never be.
You visit me in dreams and my breath trembles at the illusioned yet vivid scenes.
Because the line between critiscim and cruelty is quite thin and fine.
At least in my perception-my perspective of this life of mine.
It was never criticism. And it was never kind.
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Love this…so difficult to know whether it was criticism or cruelty, whether it was all really for your benefit…
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Definitely! Aw thank you you’re the best:) there is such a fine line between the two especially when dealing with such masked people you know
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