You came to me again
The aftermath is almost the worst part
How do you survive constantly reliving hell?
Dreams will turn into nightmares
And so will reality
Everything will take the shape of you
Your hands will be all over my skin
Your hands will be around my neck
I'll try and shower you off
But I've scrubbed at my skin so much
There is almost nothing left.

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