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they say i'm safe, they say you're gone. but you never left, i still feel you make your hands down my skirt, still hear your voice. i hear you say "beg,beg. or i'll kill you; beg, beg." you hadn't left. i still say something, and think of how you'd react. i still hear something, and am reminded of you. i still remembered the locked doors, and your footsteps, and the thoughts of an escape. when will you leave?