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I still dream about you.
I still dream about your lips on mine, your hands on my skin.
I dream when I’m awake, too.
You still visit me, even though I resist.
You say pretty words to me, constantly whispering in my ear. The others can’t hear you, but I can.
When pretty words don’t work, you shat and you threaten, trying to force me into you will.
I’m getting better at not listening.
I know you can’t hurt me. You’re just a ghost now.
I still love you. I know I shouldn’t, I know I can’t.
I still do.
You saved me. From my parents, from my peers. From myself.
But you also killed me.
You made me do terrible, horrible, awful things. I stole, I lied, I killed, I loved you.
I hate you.
Stop visiting me.
But please don’t go.