Gone

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Day by day the world quietens,

Day by day the faces disappear,

Day by day you are forgotten,

Until one day the world stops.

You are no one, you are invisible.

Isn't this what you have always wanted?

To be invisible? No one to bother you?

You thought you did ...

Now you are here you do not like it.

It is too late to go back ...

Or so you thought.

Voices call your name, hands reach out.

But they are not the voices of your friends, they are not solid hands

The ghosts beckon to you, their souls drawing you in

It is now too late to go back, you have been forgotten.

Be careful what you wish for, you might regret it.

You'll regret it when you are gone ...

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