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Say Goodbye

Hear the doorbell ring. Answer it, don’t.

Something is wrong, but not.

Open the door and feel the heat. Hot, but cold.

It’s burning me, flooding me, washing over me.

Screaming. It’s not me, I’m not screaming.

No one is coming, no one is here. Someone is here.

No one, someone. A ghost, a shadow. A reflection.

I never did anything wrong. You died so I could live.

Thank you. I loved you. I hate you. You don’t know what life is. I do.

I don’t want to say goodbye. I won’t. You will.

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