The sight of you is breathe taking Your looks could kill Gods Your words leave me shaking While I can only manage nods
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Victim of Existence
No, I am not troubled that you brought it up. Everyday I think about John. Everyday I endure the soft torture of his voice in my mind. How could I forget? I think it’s good to revisit unpleasant memories. Painful, but good nonetheless. Please, sit. I’ll tell you the complete story.