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I only wanted to heal you.
There is nothing more to it.
I did not love you. Or want you.
So long as I had solved your sadness, I would have packed your bags and watch you leave.
But, there was only so much life I had lived to sacrifice for you.
You were not the only patient I held in my heart.
I wanted to heal everybody.
Though, I did not have enough of me to share.
So, I withered.
My future suffers.
The skin I own is translucent and sensitive for I discarded too much of it to bandage the wounds of those in pain.
I swallowed their suffering.
Now it is in my veins.
About the Creator
Katerina Petrou
Combining my passions of travelling, food, poetry and photography, I welcome you to read my stories.


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