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Feb 9
If I held my breath every time I thought of you, I wonder if I'd die,
Set in pause, held there forever in my subconscious, lingering,
You're not what I fear.

I've lost my words to play the right song,
So instead I smile and I play along,
If for every time I wanted to scream, erasing you from my dreams...,
Would I drone in the background, neverending?

What's this that I cannot wipe away, ash and shadows, symbols of decay,
Ghosted by hope, I hope to one day forget all of you that lingers,

Because unless you come to me as a polar opposite of the one that broke me...
I'll never be able to remove the grip of your fingers.
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EmperorMoth  20
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