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Some nights, I wake up And the walls are the wrong color. My hands remember a door That isn’t there. I count my ribs in the dark, Find one missing, Wonder who took it And what they built from the piece of me They stole. The mirror blinks first, Like it knows what I did. My phone lights up with a name I haven’t spoken in months Or maybe it’s my own, Spelled backwards. I drink water and the glass is cracked. Something leaks out Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets. I write a note to myself And hide it under the pillow For the ghost who keeps forgetting Why they haunt me.
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
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Some nights, I wake up And the walls are the wrong color. My hands remember a door That isn’t there. I count my ribs in the dark, Find one missing, Wonder who took it And what they built from the piece of me They stole. The mirror blinks first, Like it knows what I did. My phone lights up with a name I haven’t spoken in months Or maybe it’s my own, Spelled backwards. I drink water and the glass is cracked. Something leaks out Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets. I write a note to myself And hide it under the pillow For the ghost who keeps forgetting Why they haunt me.
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
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