' death ; cancer
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Every time you'd leave
Id greive
Everytime you'd care
Id glare
Everytime you'd talk
Id walk
Everytime you'd die
Id cry
Now all I can think is Why?
there are ghosts in my hallways, skeletons in my closets, and nightmares sewn into my clothes
everywhere i look is a monster waiting to jump out and cut into me, the searing pain of a memory inevitable
