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One Six Five Nine
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One. Six. Five. Nine.
It seems like a lifetime.
It seems like yesterday.
I hear his voice, hoarse, down my spine
Clawing at my throat
Silence.
My room is still, empty, years apart.
Years away from the nightmares.
One thousand and fifty nine moons that
I've tried to escape to.
One thousand fifty nine suns I begged
to consume me.
And still,
Still every second is a lifetime
each breath I take, you take from me,
Killing me with the sound of time.
