This veil seems familiar.
I feel as though I've held it before.
Was this a dream I've held within my head so many years ago?
Or is this life a repetition of one before?

There are no tears here.
There won't be until I see your face.
I begged for them to open it.
I wanted to see you dead.
Until I see you...
You are not dead.

You were so young.
Older than me.
But still young.

I feel them staring.
It pierces my skin.
Again.
Again.

They didn't open it.
You are still alive.
Until they open it
You are still alive.
At least, in my eyes.
 
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