The Memory of Her

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5/4/18

Pounding from the inside
Pounding from the outside
There's a poison in my veins,
My hands are shaking and I can't hear you when you say my name.

The ring I wear in remembrance
Makes me remember a bit too much
I hate the magic that she saw in me,
From the inside it is slowly destroying me

She told me I was special,
She told me I was destined for greatness,
She wanted to see how it would end..
It ended too soon..

Don't leave..
Please..

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