It swallowed me, it begged me, pleased with me. Until the fire in my chest, flew to my brain. Forget about me, I am nothing to you. What I have lost, you shall not find. Forget about me. It closed my eyes, it tormented,teased, tickled. Until my dreams were not dreams, they were terrors. Forget about me, you are nothing to me. What you have lost, I shall not find. Forget about me. It burned me alive, and all is forgotten.
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