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Talking to you is like talking to a grave
Part of me thinks it means something
Part of me knows what was there is gone
And that as much as I beg and plead
What I loved
Will not come back.
But your grave I cannot mourn
For I am the one who killed you
I watched your light go out
And I took it for my own
But you forgave me.
I buried you alive
I let you rot there
And you forgave me.
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What am I to say to a grave?
Do I apologize?
Though you're already gone
I know this is better for you.
But I want to keep you as my own
I didn't have much before
But you were my prize.
My light.
I loved you
And I killed you