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I go on and walk like a ghost,
But not how you'd think.

I walk with a color that has

Been painted over, scarred,


Bruised- hurt.


I walk with a slump,


One that drags me downwards.


My face falls, like the


Distant memory of how life

Was flashes in front of

My eyes every day.


As if you come back
Everyday and break my heart


Over



And




Over





Again.



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