Happy

Bottled up emotions flying freely
through the expressway of feelings.

I am but a specter of your hollowed memories.
A projection of nightmares.
An incubus trailing you throughout the night.

I did not wish for this.
I did not wish for this agony.

Torture.

I am the calamity you should not have prayed for.
I am the horror you agonized over.

Torment.

I am not joy.
I am not delight.

I am sorry.

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