Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Brown Wooden Signage Hanging Beside Wall

How can I escape these malicious thoughts for you?
Everywhere I go, your name pops out of the blue.
I filed my divorce papers already with destiny.
All these signs are worthless. They mean nothing to me.

Just a bunch of letters but why am I even bothered?
Once upon a time, I declared I deserved better.
Could it be somehow I wish for our reunion
And all the signs I see are not just imagination?


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