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[electrcspacegrl]

I had a dream that you died
and I woke with fear of speaking it out loud
that somehow it would make the dream
come true.

You killed me once
and I lost my soul; I cried for a week
walking the streets with nowhere to go
wanting the story that could have been
the story that would never come true.

And you just sat there
in the library
with your pen in your hand
waiting for me to change my name again
waiting for me to come home.