Your words,
become a memory,
my past.
Your dreams,
scream at me like nightmares,
my true ambitions.
Your lies,
weave themselves,
as my truth.
Your happiness,
haunts me,
slowly sinking in as my pain.
Your pride,
my wounds,
together they consume me.
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