I am writing a book
where you exist on pages,
ones i want to tear off,
incinerate, erase it,
take chapters that mention you...
find the will to write replacements,
but i wont,
i wont because.. that story is mine,
you're a half written character
and i ran out of time,
ans though the pain of plotting your course
is gray and unrelenting,
I'll let you stay the same because
this story is mine,
ans you aren't enough to change
the ending.
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