And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then! Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you.
Here I go! Cracking my knuckles, blowing the heavy layer of dust off of the part of my brain that controls creativity, and it's once more unto the breach, dear friends.
P.S. I had trouble with my past tense vs. my past participle. Whatever.
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