Blasphemy

And you, my lover, or should I say my forgotten. My nuisance, my migraine, my nightly night terrors. You haunt me in my sleep, in my dreams, and even in my mind you haunt. I must purge you, and purify myself as you have rotten me to my very core. I am not myself, and I am afraid I even forgot who I am as I was lost within you.

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