Piece By Piece
There are so many things I can't do, say, or hear without the thought of you flooding my mind and possessing my thoughts. You pop up in random dreams and under phantom rocks. I knew it'd be hard, but who would have thought I'd be fighting demons in my sleep? I can't bring myself to erase your name for good and it's slowly breaking off my soul, piece by piece.
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