Ghosts of Myself

I'm beginning to rescue myself. Pulling myself from this hole on my own, then a ghost from the past pushes me back down. Each time I fall, I break a little more. The piece of me that dissapears is filled with memories of you. I use the memories as a substitute for you and what you took with you... Me.





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