So like the snow that has fallen;
I am starting to fade away.
And the life that I am used to.
Has to start a new day.
The lifestyle that is changing;
Is becoming lonelier by the minute;
And the darkness that’s surrounding me;
Has many nightmares in it.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoezjaLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.