I'm afraid to do
or say the wrong thing
I'm fear
of having incurable habit
Every time I close my eyes
I'm taken back to where we were
You have been a very special friend to me
but this is what I no longer see
May be if I pray before I go to bed
All the darkness will get out of my head
I long for the voice
What is that
Or merely a lust?
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