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Although you’re not dead,

you still haunt me.

No matter how hard I try,

to not think about you,

somehow,

you always end up on my mind.

Your voice haunts me,

I hear every word you’ve said to me.

All the sweet nothings,

you whispered on the other line.

They never go away.

Even though you have.



~*~ Jill ~*~