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My True Love

 It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more

The Slave.



There he stands
His eyes bellowing a sparkle of hope
The end of a tunnel once came
Wanting the pain to end.
Progress led him to believe his life finished.

He approached the pale man with a pen and paper
The parchment wet and ink faded
The pale man read his article seemingly interested
The man's last words before death.
His name Platt

Platt read aloud the moment's last breath
There the pale man lay while listening
His wanting to be with his wife
His children lay low
Unknowing if they know

But before he could finish
The pale man frayed his heart
Platt in dismay by the destruction
Where he go his love unknown
The last words he spoke to his beloved:


"I live for you my dear
I live for our children
I live for freedom
I live to be alive

I  know not what it is you are doing
I can only imagine
This is the last you will ever hear of me
The last glimmering hope to you once more
I wish this to be meaningful,

Hope drives us to believe in the most fantastical things
I can only dream of what you are doing. 
My life is in torment not knowing.
We've been separated for so long.

But the death of the world stands in our way
If that death was to come soon
I pray of it to last until I see you again
I pray to see you before I leave this earth, dead with lashes.

If you do happen to get this, I hope you know how much you mean to me, what it is you do for me.
What it is you make me feel. My heart longs for you. The last of my days are coming soon. You will be with me so help me God. The cruelty around me has left me in turmoil thinking of you. You are forever mine, and I will never depart from your heart. I cry here thinking of how you once held me in your arms. The only gleaming hope being that you get this letter, my  last thoughts to you. I will live happily here in hardship knowing you know that I'm all right.

I love you."

His lasting words made no impact on the pale man.
The pale man betrayed his hope.
His utterances besmirched by his evilness
The last chance Platt was able to speak to his beloved wife was now gone. 

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