The final piece fell into my steady hands. Warm blood like love, poured over my shattered heart. Like his skull. He took his life. He almost loved me as much as he hated himself.
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@Bang5luts Both. The man I was with in California. He killed himself. A few weeks after I left. I just saw his comment on an instagram post I had made when we left. He really wanted me to know.
@Bang5luts his words were, I left a smoking crater of his mind. I just saw it earlier today. I just want the wound to close and heal. It was passionate and he could blame me but I know he was already in that place.