Purified By The Purge – Day 23, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Purging my mind of your memory is a necessity.
Although a lovely woman you were with much for me to be thankful for,
Thinking of you is like,
Dipping my feet into quicksand.
Sand liquified by the Earth shattering beneath me that moment I,
Found out how you had never loved me from our very first kiss.
A kiss of death I now recall it to have been.
But,
What does it matter now that I’m reborn?
What does it matter now that I have fallen in love with a God who pieced me back together from every sprinkle of Ash,
After being carbonized by your breath of flame?
It matters none.
Forward I shall look as I leave behind the Devil’s touch…