We're All Just Ghosts

Do you walk or run? Scream or cry? Laugh or live? A perfect question for everyone who never knew. It's not like they ever cared anyway. A Ghosts is someone losr, someone waiting to be found. but how can I find you if you're always moving around? Can't stay in this place, they may start to wonder, start to listen, we can't let this happen.

She used to be so beautiful. Now in my dreams, she's never alive. She's always dying. Always crying. Someone I don't know, don't remember. It's not her. She's just a ghost, who's haunted me for years. I never wish her away, I never see her face, but I always feel her pain. All I wish is to hold her hand. But she's so mad. Her anger keeps her far away. I used to just smile and it would bring the sun to her face. But a smile is just an excuse not to cry. I wonder why. I can't just see her. One
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