Talking to Myself

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Forgive my unreliable eyes,

Forgive my useless sight,

Forgive my whole being

I am nothing but just an empty bin.

Nostalgic memories

Bleakness of my heart

Unsettled anxieties

Tired of this nonsense, dreaming from afar

SHE'S DEAD FOR PETE SAKE!

No, she's not, she's in front of me.

NO THIS CANNOT BE!

SHE'S DEAD FOR PETE SAKE!

She stared at my eyes!

And for a minute that feeling came back.

I know It's not right to compare her to someone else,

But she just reminds me of everything there is.

She reminds me of her, from the simple glimpse 

of her soul...

Oh God, please...  let her know.

Can you blame me for wanting her so bad?

Can you blame me for seeing things now, hidden from my past?

I know... It is from the past....

But.. that's the brighter side of me...

I want to abduct her.

I need her.

I want just lock her inside my room with me. 

NEVER EVER WANT TO GO OUT OF IT.

TO LOSE SIGHT OF HER.

But I know... she'll hate me.

She's not her, she's not her. Stop!

Your useless eyes are seeing her inside.

Your useless brain tells you she's there.

JUST STOP. STOP.

SHE'S DEAD... Just please let her memoy go.

She's someone new. 

Maybe there's similarities, but I  only knew.

She had her own misery... And I know she had someone too.

I know she had someone, who died just like mine.

Now I need to know, to know if she had moved on, and maybe..

Just maybe.

Love me too? 

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