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when the sun goes down ghosts hold me hostage their fallen memories float around me i follow the dead into the darkness of thought and time they tell me that we are all the same they observe me when i try to form something anything out of this emptiness their hollow laughs echo through the night as they dance around me my neon sadness lights the way in the dark on this road paved with open wounds we all play the fool
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April 2023
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