X | We scream

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I told myself to leave, I was running toward my own ruin. 
The bells rang out, it was the end; I waited for love to find me before leaving, 
Before sinking for good. 
No hand reached out to save me. 
I flee, dying slowly, weary of myself.

Show me how—how you possess me. 
Which of your spells ensnares me? 
The one that drives me mad, 
The one I cannot understand. 
I've never been in such a state—why do you do this to me?

Why do my hands reach only for you? 
Béa, I long for us, 
For the us that leaves me behind. 

To be forgotten without cause— 
I no longer know who I am. 
I am but a shadow that follows you. 
I plunge into this hell; the abyss is deep, 
And all this smoke keeps me from seeing you. 
Lost in this storm, alone, you abandoned me, 
But that's what you wanted.

I needed you more than I should have. 

I loved you with despair. 

I died for you. 

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