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The past haunts me.

It reminds me that I wanted you to

Stop.

Say no more.

Quit breathing.

Reminds me that your presence used to burn me.

That your voice fuelled the demon inside me.

It's painful to remember.

I think

We never know what someone means to us

Until we have lost them forever.

Yes, my heart is torn to shreds now.

Damaged.

Irreparably.

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