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Is it coming back to me? That haunting, haunting tale Dressed in black and shriveled hair She’s a mute, ever-lasting present This city is her home And she walks behind Me at all times Keeping an eye out for me— What do you want I scream And Scream And Scream Nobody goes anywhere. Intervene my present; My future runs in red fluids Flooding me, It’s my own shadow I cannot ignore Biting letters Or memories Doesn’t make it go away— No, the smoke’s leaving a Trail Follow me, Follow me, Follow me— Engulf me— I once said How many moons ago was that, I seem to have lost all senses Red, yellow,green— It’s all blurry I have started anew now (Or have I?) It’s the same old me— Just trying to hide her now The night is long dead and cold Then I wonder why is she The only one breathing
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Past lives
Is it coming back to me? That haunting, haunting tale Dressed in black and shriveled hair She’s a mute, ever-lasting present This city is her home And she walks behind Me at all times Keeping an eye out for me— What do you want I scream And Scream And Scream Nobody goes anywhere. Intervene my present; My future runs in red fluids Flooding me, It’s my own shadow I cannot ignore Biting letters Or memories Doesn’t make it go away— No, the smoke’s leaving a Trail Follow me, Follow me, Follow me— Engulf me— I once said How many moons ago was that, I seem to have lost all senses Red, yellow,green— It’s all blurry I have started anew now (Or have I?) It’s the same old me— Just trying to hide her now The night is long dead and cold Then I wonder why is she The only one breathing
#shadows#past#darkness#depression#pastlives#haunted
moonchild009
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moonchild009
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
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