Master of Fear
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The roses I picked out for you are already dead,
I should have gotten something lifeless instead!
The chocolates I saved, from my share, for you to taste,
They have become inedible; another thing gone to waste!
The little things I wanted to tell you, the sweet words too,
Suddenly seem to have no meaning; they grew wings and flew!
The sincere hug I was preserving has wilted; it has lost its essence,
Since you seem to find pleasure in my lack of presence!
The warm tears have turned cold,
The love words have grown old,
No one there for me to...