it kills
I don't want to see your face, I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see your name. I don't want to be living inside your memory. I don't want my life to do anything with you. As long as I see your name, I see your face, I hear your voice. Memories will just come flooding in. I hate it.
Memories kill.
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