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Unforgettable

Little whispers in my ears

Echo bidirectionally

In and out

The words of my worst fears

As though a reflection of me

Shows my doubt

In what is real and make believe

Followed, running, panicked

Wallowed, saddenning, manic

These voices of yours, they never leave

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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