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Sometimes I forget how cruel you were,
sometime my memories cloud and clot
to hide the pieces of the story
that could convince me not to love you.
Sometimes I think I probably
never knew the whole truth
about what happened to you
when I "chose" to fly away.
Sometimes my mind tricks me
into thinking I never saw the monster in you
...seeing the past through rose-tinted glass
when really it's a lie.
Sometimes the darkness that was inside of you
creeps back to haunt me,
whispering that i'm to blame
for your downfall,
for the way you faded from our lives
like a ghost in snow