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Ghosts
there are ghosts…
knowing you
knowing half of me
you bring back life
I was afraid
show who I am
or who I really was
you are the ghost of me
the one left behind
by tragedy
by choice
there is no charity in clarity
exorcise a derelict soul
once lived for you
now dying
you are the ghost of me
scary it might be
you were once afraid
to know yourself
looking back
every step towards
a changing world – ever
will I see the need to
turn around
or glance even
for life has begun,
ghosts – put to rest
