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Jul 2016
There's a emptiness
Where my heart should be
There's a ghost haunting my memories
He comes late at night
I can almost feel his lips against mine
His face is blurry
His voice is muted
But I know it's you
Am I a ghost to you or am I just dead
Do I visit you or am I something that never crosses your mind
Brittany nicole Smith
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Brittany nicole Smith  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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