The more I neglect you, the more you come closer.
I snatch you out of my heart,
And dump you into the warehouse of memories,
And millions of your voices call me,
The other moment,
From the softest corner.
The more I neglect you, the more you come closer,
I drag myself to an invisible world,
I appear there with an exotic smile,
And surprise me.
The more I neglect you, the more you come closer,
I run away very far from you,
And I find you right in front of me.
The more I neglect you, the more you come closer,
I kill you with the weapon that you killed me,
And you grow even bigger and laugh at me.
The more I neglect you, the more you come closer,
I put somebody in your place,
but, I see you instead.
I wonder,
When can I get rid of you?
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