Your obsession pulls me under, A weight that drags me deep as thunder. It twists the truth, it blurs the line, Makes me doubt what’s yours or mine. You wear the crown of endless pain, A throne built on a fragile reign. Maybe I was never real— Just the scar you choose to feel. Caught in this relentless bind, A ghost trapped in your troubled mind. You cling to me, though I’m not there, A shadow fading in your glare.
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