I wish I could erase you from my head.
Rip you from my body.
Leave me all to myself.
Pain-stricken.
Love-sickened.
You scold me for telling the truth.
You rot inside of me.
A sour image,
Poor you, poor you.
How could you portray this side?
You hide behind your eyes.
You reek of lies.
Deny me all you want.
You know where you belong.
Clamming up will get you nowhere.
Your sluggish manner seeps through.
Fight me and you only destroy yourself in the process.
In the end, I will prevail.
-Soul of Aly

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