I’m just a ghost of who I used to be but haven’t you heard that ghosts are in this time of year?


I’ll never be what I used to be

But that’s just me

And the bright side is hard to see


Even an understanding heart gets tired

My mind is constantly lit up and wired

If I say I’m happy then I guess I’m a liar




i create

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