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Ailments become fragments of my imagination; |
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I am encumbered by nothing. |
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Hands in hand with a ghost of your former self, |
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someone I once held away from the torments of situation; |
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no longer am I strong enough |
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another voice has taken over, |
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controlling, binding, leaving the person I am- ****ing helpless, |
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awaiting its next consensus. |
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A face that is not there taunts me, |
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breathing the same air that she held in her lungs, |
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breaking, for it all seems so familiar. |
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I have been lost and faded into this place, |
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waking only to find it still surrounds me, |
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blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort. |
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For I was a being existing but absent of life, |
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selective thoughts showing only bliss. |
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Sifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of, |
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mind blanketed by memories- the ghost of your former self, |
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someone I once held and time stood still. |
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Time stood still, at least to us. |
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At least to us. |
