It will be a
few years before my skin is completely shed of your touch, but soon, soon, no
part of me will feel you. I will be rid of you forever, of your touch and your
taste and your smell.
Except, you
will always live in a dark corner of my mind, won’t you? You will never stop
whispering to me all of the lies that I believed. Always, always, I will hear
your echo, and will never be free.
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