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My ex L is dead.

The wind chimes sing there wind blown song as I walk down my back garden.
The little wild black berries fall upon my head as to remind me of where I am now.

My reality has taken a beaten lately, my mind has been crawling out of a hole so deep I couldn't even see the light, yet the shadows of those above made me jealous for I knew they were happy and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't.

I was there for the breakdown and the questions of a shaken foundation, I held your hand and we drank....awaking in an empty room to silence, filled me with ease for I knew the world was right again, the bedroom was occupied by two, not one lonely soul.

It's the understanding you have that helps the most, the road so similar left behind was a struggle to get away from, your body so questionable and your mind racing at an unreasonable speed mirrors mine in so many ways.
They don't understand for they don't know the truth.

I've been chasing myself, slowly stabbing my heart with every memory we made, believing they were all that love was, not accepting the truth for if so we wouldn't be here today.
(total opposites)

It's a hard reminder to say and to think, but the person I knew isn't the person I know. The seasons have changed and so have we, you don't want to know anymore so I'm moving on, escaping the clutches of this terrible love I've dragged out.

The violins slowly begin to play, a simple note sticking on my door and a friend who's always there is the reminder I needed.

Don't cry poor child, your ex lover is dead, yet you knew this otherwise your year wouldn't have brought you here.
Bittersweet truth yet it brings about a smile on my face, for I'm ready to live once more.

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