9: Ghost

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The way you see right through me
breaks my heart
your mouth raised slightly at the ends
but your eyes remain cold
as ever
sometimes I would cry
because you never noticed
the girl you passed by
because if you saw past
my innocent smile
a light in my eyes dying out
you'd really care
but of course not
what was I thinking?

I'm just a ghost.
No-one can see me.
Feel my sorrow.
Hear my cries.

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Sorry that was really depressing.

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