Do you remember the sound that the door made when you close it on me
Do you know that I went down to the ground
Landed on both my broken-hearted knees
I didn't even cry
Cause pieces of me had already died.
I'm a ghost.
...I keep trying to scream but my tongue has finally lost its sound
...I don't cry
I don't try anymore
I am lost
Broken down the middle of my heart
You know you make me a ghost.
-Beaskie
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