"into the mirror / Of my cold and dark soul"
I leave that roof, our roof now.
It’s cold and dark.
Treat others better than you treated me.
Time to move on.
I wonder sometimes how I'll look back at this experience in years to come.
I tend to remember the bad moments, the words that hurt, the silence, the neglect.
I tend to look back at the inspiration, the lesson, the value and a man that looked at me once with eyes full of love.
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