Haunted by the fragments of you
Terrified of learning the truth,
I am not sure I can make it through,
Visions still trickle through my mind
If happier days now left behind,
All the conscious apparitions are by design
Imagination playing tricks over time,
But they can’t hide or eradicate
The things you did, how was I so blind,
My greatest failure was not to read the signs.
fauxcroft 
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