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You are not real
Yet you haunt me like a shadow
I see your tortured face
Hear your dying breath
Feel your skin grow cold
You are not real
So how can you remind me?
I spun your tale
Decided your fate
Your blood stains my hands
You are not real
Yet you seem so alive
I created you
Destroyed you
Now you meander my dreams
You are not real
So why do I think of little else?
You intrude my thoughts
Renew my guilt
Question my sanity
A fantasy to reality but reality to my fantasy



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