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haunted by a bad memory

Submitted:Dec 7, 2007    Reads: 110    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

No matter what I do,
It seems I think of you,
I hear you whisper in my ears,
And bring to the surface all of my fears,
Everything goes black once in a while,
It makes everything taste of bile,
You were my everything,
But now all you are is the something that makes me cry,
And no matter what I do,
It seems I think of you.


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