WARNING:
This chapter contains scenes that are restricted from underage that would trigger your mentality. Read at your own discretion.
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Weeks already passed;
we become distant,
I am too frightened;
when you hurted me,
I pretended okay;
cuz' I still love you.
Days turned to weeks,
Weeks turned to years,
I lost count of time;
'till you commit a crime,
I yelled and cried; yet
you never listened.
I'm watching you daily,
Your tears are flowing,
Your hands are muddy,
Your limbs are soggy,
Though too late, I couldn't
touch you; for I become a Ghost.
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