The Ghost I Love

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The ghost I love is sweet and kind.

The ghost I love gives sight to the blind.

The ghost I love listens, and cares.

The ghost I love holds me when I'm scared.

But the ghost I love is all in your head, a beautiful thought you held whilst I bled.

And while you shout and proclaim that you're trying your best...

The ghost that I love, is a ghost nonetheless.

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