My Own Catharsis

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Lightnings in the dark. My eyes hurt for the tears I’ve spilled, But my soul is egging me on.Watch, it murmurs. Look.I see the clouds turning to a different shade. The fronds of the trees dance wildly with the windAnd I observe your eyes.They appear before me. So far away.The rain begins to fall, it washes everything away, Except for my pain. That stays, as a knife, Planted Sex hikayeleri between my ribs.You were the storm, the dark clouds.You were the water over my dry skin.I scream your name, call you, But no answer. I watch as whirlwinds surround me,I’m afraid. But I don’t move.I remember. I want to let go.I finally find a voice. My throat echoes some Sikiş hikayeleri sounds:”I was yours, storm! You owned me! You dictated the rhythm of my heart and the curves of my body!”And the sins of my soul, I think.The depths of my darkness.”You owned my passions and my moans, you’ve embraced me whole.Now you turned into smoke and I…” I can’t talk.The Erotik hikaye fog curls around me. It caresses my skin With its viscid tentacles, dragging me down in a black sea of memories.”I owned you, you were mine. Where do you think you could ever go?” That voice. That tone in my ear. A stinging bee. I swim. I swim up, away from the memories of those sleepless nights.Away from the endless desires you had. Away.From you.Finally, fresh air. I walk on the earth and the dark clouds are far. The storm is wandering elsewhere, destroying new things, while I cryAnd smile.I’m free. From your chains, from your own.I’m my own.

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