The same soft voice that was once in my ear,
Is now the voice that I most avoid and fear.
In my head, it haunts me to no end.
Forcing me to feel feelings that won't mend.
The same scent that was once relieving and fulfilling,
Is the reason I vent to any listener willing.
In my room, it suffocates me to no end.
Wishing that we were at least still friends
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