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this is a ghost story
pain changes you grief wears you away until you have forgotten who you are time isn't promised to everyone as a ghost i know this i am trapped in a room all the walls are made of clocks the ticking is too loud and when it stops i know it was my heart i can't hear my voice my screams are just white noise i stand in the corner watching life go on i am dead i live off others memories and hope so i can feel alive again i flicker the lamp by your bed i tell you how to make the most out of life but you don't listen because you are already a ghost haunting yourself
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
June 2023
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