My Past

You were my first

I was accursed

Never though this would happen

You hid everything like an assassin

I hoped it'd last

Now you're a part of my past

I can't help to blame myself

I'll just have to pour my heart into my bookshelf

The bookshelf that has my book

A character you once took

At last I may rest my head

Rest my head and not worry about the words that were unsaid






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