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Thanks

Do you know what haunts her?
Not the ghost, not the scary witches
But the demons inside you
Why your hands never rose
to comfort her when she cried
Why your hands never trembled
When you put that pillow on her face
Isn't it the same person
Whose hand gives life to a lot of lives
But then why
You turn out to be the monster every night
These breeze on my face
Making it nostalgic
But don't you worry
I have no reason to blame you
Coz you had your vengeance
Still those dark rooms echoes her scream
Where you trapped her
She thanks you to teach her
What it feels when
Your soul is ripped off
She thanks you to teach her
Never to find any happiness in someone else
She thanks you to gift her
Her childhood

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