To the figure that haunts my life, What did I do wrong? What did I do to make you haunt me? Did I do something to deserve your attention?
Your evil? You cost me the job I loved, my friendships, my goals and aspirations for the future. I can feel you there all the time.
Standing in the corner of the room watching me, waiting. Waiting for me to have a thought or feeling you can latch onto. You tell me such terrible things.
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