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Here they come

Once one more to try an close the door,

Now the shadows

Start to and taunt,

Illusions of you

Saying fuck you rot.

I try to stop them

 And wake up screaming

To grab an empty plot

Just stuffed memories i find

Squeezing them with all my might

 try to believe I’m holding you tight

Just to wake to find your not there,

So I stop and stare,

 Hoping you walk back in you never do

So I guess they win

The shadows

Say here’s a message from Doug,

I played you clay

 How could you be so dumb?

I yell for help pray and pray saying it’s not true.

So they'll flyaway

But only till the next day,

Deep inside

I know it’s not true,

I still have alot of love

For you