Make your echoes stop.
I wonder what will happen if I move out of your blind spot.
Maybe I'll try to talk
I bet my words would spread
no boundary would end them.
As I think about this
I'm confined in this uncertain, unfinished time period.
I was focused on how you hurt me before
But I'm not going to hurt anymore.
Your echoes will stop.
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
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