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מדורי במה







סטורי טלר
/ a great way to die

You said you always loved me, you still do.
You asked me to come over to your place.
You told me you wanted me back.
You said that now that I'm gone, your life is a mess.
So I came.
It felt really weird, coming again after I thought I'll
never see you again, after I felt so much hate inside me-
after we braked up.
I'm scared that all this love we felt before would come back
now. And you'll leave me again. And I'll end up crying my
self to sleep in this dark alley behind your house, hopping
to see you again. But I won't.
I was standing on your front porch. I felt that I shouldn't
have come.
I felt it's not a good thing being here again, now that I
don't really love you, that what I'm saying to my self. But
I'm still so in love with you...

I knocked on your front dour. It opened by my touch, I guess
it wasn't close very well.
You set on your gray sofa, holding the phone, waiting- maybe
I'll call you to cancel the "date".
You suddenly looked at me. You looked strange. Very
mysterious. you looked straight at me. I was frightened by
that look in your eyes.
"Hey, baby" you whispered.
I knew, I shouldn't have come.
You were wearing a long shirt and pants, but it was hot.
Middle of summer. you came to me, like you wanna hold me in
your arms, knowing that it's all OK now. But it wasn't what
you ment to do.
You came closer and closer near me, and I was frightened.
The room suddenly got cold.
I was shaking, but you didn't mind. You held me covered me
like a blanket.
Your body was warm, and soft.
You held me, and I felt so safe and loved... I felt found.
I felt your hand sliding across my back, and than it came. I
knew something was wrong. I knew. The pain teared me
inside.
The cold metal painfully ripped my body... my soul.
I knew coming here was wrong.
I fell down to your flour, lying in the puddle of my own
blood. You smiled, I saw you.... I was hazy, but I saw you
smiling. You stubbed me with this stupid knife of yours
again. In my belly this time.
You slide your knife across my neck. I didn't felt a thing,
but I knew that I felt blood tastthere was blood. It was
obvious. You wanted me bleeding.
e in my mouth. On my lips. I was too dizzy. I couldn't see
you. But I could hear. I heard you laughing. And it was so
not funny.

I didn't felt anything now. No more. I couldn't move, I
couldn't speak... I couldn't look at you now. I couldn't
here your voice laughing at me with no reason. I couldn't
say how much I loved you... how much I still do. I saw your
picture in my head. You were laughing even now. "Please,
stop...." I tried to whisper to you. "Please, stop...."
You slowly faded away. I still love you, don't think I'll
ever stop.
I knew it's my end. Nothing can save me now.
So I just let death do his it's own part. I let it take me.
I'm sorry, dear, I gave up. Just like you wanted it.







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