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Would be nice if I could read mind,
But it could be depressing

But I remember I can’t read mind,
Then why am I still depressed??
Hiding isn’t hard,
It’s exhausting
Try to not make a sound,
Or they’ll find you
A ghost from my past came by,
Stole my kiss,
Stole my hug,
Stole my heart,

My little casper.
The sun kissed you before me
Because you’re up high on a mountain
And I’m down here ona valley

— The End —