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Ghosts
Ghosts of my past.
My last stretch, at last.
Try to forget you
But you haunt be worse than the rest.
Can't get no rest.
Ain't no such thing as peaceful sleep.
And if I drink myself
To oblivion,
There ain't no countin' sheep
Just black holes where
My subconscious hides some days.
Drink up, drink down.
What the fuck else I need to say
Think than speak
It's the only way.
