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Plagued by Memories

"You do not think! You do not learn! You only play With fire & burn. You will not speak. You will not cry. You simply wait For me to die." Well, it is I Have held my tongue For all this time. Now you are gone. Now I am done. Well, it is you Whose Memory Lives on in me. No - Not memory. Yes - Misery! I was never good with words. I was a quiet child.

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