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A Second Death I can no longer hear your voice
Or remember how you said my name. I can’t recall your touch No matter how I rack my brain. I find my memories fading. Your face is slowly going away. I keep reliving and reliving memories In the hopes of getting them to stay. They said that this day would come, That the pain would eventually fade, But no one had ever warned me That my memories would go with the ache. So now’s your second death And it’s the more painful one. For what do I have left If all the memories are gone? |
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