He stands in front of me like I am not here,
He looks over me, embracing my fear.
I stare back, so small and so thin-
I stare through him and let it begin.
Before long it's over and I've lost the game;
More mental than not, it's all about shame.
The sun sets on this memory of mine,
With each new sunrise it fades over time.
The scars are gone and faded away-
The scars on my soul will always stay.
I cannot let go of what is true,
Blurring the lines of me and you.
Is this real or all in my head?
I wake up alone, and you are dead.
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