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.