Disclaimer: I was devasted to find out that I didn't own Erik, but unfourtunately I don't, so don't sue me.
That being said, PLEASE REVIEW!
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Alone
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I cry.
I scream.
My fingers pound the organ.
Don Juan Triumphant.
Only she could sing it.
Only she could bring such life.
Only she.
But she is gone.
And I am here.
Alone.
And I am still Poor Unhappy Erik.
