Truth be told,
You haunt me wherever, whenever I am.
You're everywhere.
It's starting to scare me.
Stop haunting me.
It hurts that I can no longer hold you.
How you slipped right through my fingertips.
How your ghost of memories are the only ones that remained alive
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Pretensions and Poetries
Poetryaren't you afraid? smiles are already pasted on your lips lies are stuck upon your tongue masks are swallowing your face aren't you afraid of pretending to yourself? A collection of poetries, pretension and the likes.
