They start out as inklings in the back of your mind - like my memories of you
Faint once, they grow stronger
More than just a little annoyance
It's a power that corrupts
The kind of pain that radiates right down to your toes
They leave you in agony
You want to carve it out
Screw your existence, your well-being
You feel hollow; you want to be hollow - to dig out the pain
You long to scrape it from your very eyeballs
Nothing matters anymoreThe good, the bad
The pain, the memories
You just want it out
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