Part 3:

Part 3: The long periods of silence, bleed profusely through her words. I sank so deeply into that moment. I knew at that moment; the bleeding would never stop. There is not any type of stitch, which would be fitting for this kind of wound. Nothing will ever be able to sew the part of you up, which is boring within me. The moments of your voice, are the deceptions within my mind. I listen closely; as to not miss out on any secrets, which may slip through past your dull razor tongue. It is another delusion I have been feeding myself. My appetite is growing weaker, yet I still want to consume all of you. It will never be enough for me. I will never be enough for you.

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