Part Three - Rivers

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Cry me a river they say. A river so full to the top that it does not just overflow,
                                                   it
                                                     floods.

I want your memories of me to consume you. I want them to haunt you. To eat you inside out. Yet most of all, I want them to
                                              take
                                                   control.

I down bottles of alcohol trying to flush you out of my mind. I attempt to rid my soul of you, but you have gone nowhere. you have stayed
                                               right
                                                      here.

Maybe I am the one who let's you be here. Perhaps I am your Phantom and you are the alive one. It is possible that I am the one who has not
                                              moved
                                                          on.

So cry me a river you say? cry me an ocean darling so I
                                            may
                                                    drown.





Dear Lover,

I wish you the best.

- KCG

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