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Every single drop of ink from my pen, Screams out your name; Flooded with feelings that are long hidden inside my heart- now crawling out, Creeping me up as I pour them upon paper, You're my killer, but also my healer.
My guts are spilled, Revealing my secrets. I'm terrified as I realise how much I care about someone who's not even real. A person that doesn't even exist! But the one that makes me Feel, A fantasy that keeps me feeling so real.
