You’ve been dead to me for so long. Every now and then I visit what could have been.
I have no regrets, only wishes. That you would find peace for your tormented soul.
I was the escape goat. The whipping boy. I don’t feel guilty for something that is not mine to shoulder. Though you heaped mountains of coals over me trying to force me to some place I did not belong for your sake. You will never silence me and I will never leave. You will never be rid of me completely. My mark will always remain.
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