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I can't cry for you no more.

The tears ran dry this week.

Almost 6 months have passed

since you were gone,

and still your words cut me.

One day I would like to forget you,

but now I will myself to sleep.

Not to dream of the bogey man.

Not to dream of you,

Who creeps around my bed. Stealth like.

Waiting for my guard to drop

So you can steal another part of me

First my heart, you chose that well,

so that you could always return.

Then each in turn, one by one

My confidence. My mind. Imagination.

Voice. Visions. Dreams. My hope.

You would like to take my soul too.

So I will myself to sleep

Not to dream of the bogey man