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by Baby Rainbow Jul 13, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / other
We each have a blanket, hand-knitted with love that has kept us together when we have been apart. Three separate houses, three separate towns, but these three blankets join three distant hearts. With their magic magnets and sprinkles of moon dust, it was safe to be apart because the magnets held us together. But these three blankets have now become two, as mine has been folded and safely put away. With every squeeze I gave it, he saw the love being sent and the love I got in return, that's when the magnets changed. He transferred poison instead of love so he could punish me. If I don't let go he will pull apart each stitch until there is nothing left. So now you will both be safe, because I am no longer carrying the blanket that keeps us together. Three magic blankets have to become two, it's my only way of protecting you. Saffie 22 13/7/13