This is my demented way to find you inside. I know your shape as if it was true. I know your lies as if they were yours. Too much time living with you in my throat, glad I have this knife to pull you out. Suddenly I don't remember anymore. It's so good to swim and catch butterflies. To feel it true, to see it end. Can't hear your voice now, I'm not deaf, you're just gone.
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