Many, many, MANY nights I've spent thinking about you. How you're so far away but you still give me the creeps. I know you can't hurt me because you're so far away. People think you're not real but I know the truth. We breath the same air, you and I. I can't get you out of my thoughts. I can burn down my own mind and you would still be standing over the ashes. Scarecrow, could you just go away and leave me alone? Forget about our past and find another field to torment? Maybe, just maybe, I might have to burn down this field.
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