You’re a ghost from a time now long passed, I still hear your name but it’s drifting away

ever so fast. I want to feel your cold embrace, But all I have left is this cruel keepsake. My heart still wants your love however hateful it still may be, And my thoughts begin to numb; please hold me and just don’t scream. Don’t scream—please don’t scream at me. Don’t think—don’t think of my horrid mystery. Don’t be— don’t be so sick of me.

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