I close my eyes 
He's there 
Haunting me 
Taunting me 
The idea of him 
The thoughts 
But above all
The memories of him 
Looming over me 
A suffocating fog
I never knew 
That a dream 
A wish of the soul 
Could be the worst 
Nightmare
//The Note Writer 

Broken-Hearted Girl, The Note Writer, note,

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