Someone asked me if
there's worse than being a ghost,
and I told him, "Yes, there is."
And he asked again,
"What it is, then?"
And I replied, "Me.
I'm worse than a ghost."
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
