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Lying next to me

I find the corpses

of every moment

I tried to bury.

Floating in the air,

night after night,

the essence of regret

consumes my body.

Grieving for a home long forgotten.

Empty rooms, silent fears.

Remorse is memory awake.

A path that cannot be retaken.

A knife cuts deep,

turns my life to dust.

Looking for an answer

at the edge of this blade.