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What words that struck like lightening baring down on its prey.
For he wish they were not true.
For he wishes those words never existed.
For he is a being of the unloved.
One who should not be filled by your warmth.
Though he is the soulless essence that never existed.
He walks the endless path of the haunted.
Never to lay at peace shall it be your bidding.
Never to crawl under the earth anytime soon.
Forever traveling the plains of phantom’s hell.
For he is the ghost of tortured past.