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He hadn't dispersed those words
even if he thought someone might listen
yet they were the weight to slouch him down
hiding his eyes in the corner
the invisible one, the phantom
submerging into the walls
despite that she was not the only one
to dispel his presence
it was the memory of those occasions
which slaughtered him
piece by piece
dying incessantly upon new battlegrounds
for which he was made to crumble 
before he was a proper structure
pressing him to spend his days
disarmed by the struggle
to build himself up again