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Ghost
With bleeding scars,
and a wounded pride.
i cut myself off from the world.
wishing to disappear.
This is my form of suicide.
I walk the earth,
as if i'm not there.
A ghost in waiting.
A soul, in solitary confinement.
Waiting to be freed.
yet, there are things left undone.
Tasks that need to be finished.
So, until the day i fade away.
Until the day, my light burns out.
I'll keep on.
Haunting the earth with my unknown spirit.
