I decided to escape from our room.
But, the walls were closing on me, and your recollections held me locked in.
I assumed that you would be back, I never arranged our bed, I kept your pillow moistened with tears, I carved on my walls spells of love.
Please help me beloved, before my insanity consumes my existence, there is no open grave for a lover asking to be pardoned.

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