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While the waiter serves my tea

I see you sitting in the back

talking to an empty chair

but not bothered by the lack               

Every once in a while you pause and listen

and maybe nervously laugh

much to the amusement of the tearoom

and half of its staff

"Loony, but wouldn't hurt a fly"

the waiter says

But I know better

because like you I'm from Godstone too

"She must be really lonely, don't you think"

he then asks and I nod

after all that must be true

But it won't be me that unmasks

your sorry tale of abuse and tyranny

and how you tried to resolve the matter permanently

When life became unbearable and left you no hope

you did what you had to

but your mind it just couldn't cope

The house was still burning

when they broke down the door

too late though because stabbed in his sleep

they could do nothing for him anymore

You tried to escape your life of fear and misery

but lost your grip and now you'll never be free

to you it's all real and he's still here

But what's truly beyond sad

are your restless eyes

stating he still has you scared

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