Souvenir

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Blood falling.
Tears crashing.
You're trying to save me but I can't hear your voice calling.
But how could I ever hear you over the voices clashing?

I'm begging you to come.
You said you'll be always here.
You were the thing I wanted the most but also the thing I needed to stay away from.
You left my body with scar traces of everywhere you went, was I a souvenir?

No wait I couldn't have been.
People keep their souvenirs.
You left, they stayed. I run my fingers up and down one by one.
Going over the memories, choking on the atmosphere.

I'll revisit.
I'll remember what we were.
I'll tell our times together like stories, in such detail so I can relive it.

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