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Stop and listen 



My skin is on fire, listen to it crackle 



The voices of the villains cackle. 



Hush, be quiet



My lungs are ashes



The past creeps in through the gashes 



If I could pretend to breathe clean air



Maybe he would promise to stay right there



To stay safe with me, 

 

In places no evil can reach. 



In hideaways far from contact 

 

I reach for him, only… he won’t reach back. 



Where are you? 



 

 

Where are you?