Ironically it reminds me of someone but I don’t know you. I don’t even know where to start. How? just fucking how? Why too. Why? WHy? Fucking why? your presence is a cancer to the world. the only world that matters in my reality. slow growing, malignant, constant fear when your ghost flashes through the mind and at the moment hidden. more like forgotten? no pushed away no wait omitted. Repressed. I hate you and I don’t even know you.

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