To the ghost who keeps haunting me, I love you, please go away. You are just a shadow, you are not here anymore, you left me. Like The Shining: "It's just like pictures in a book, Danny. It isn't real."
Do you love me? You said you don't, didn't you? Then why are you here? Why do you lurk the corridors of my heart? Why linger? WHY!
The basement of the core of the core of the core: a projection of my fears and my doubts and the injustices. You are not real anymore: you are Mal, my deepest unfulfilled desire, dragging me down.
But these are just words and words and words, and who am I trying to convince. How do people move on? How?
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