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Jan 2017
I don't need direction
I don't need your guidence
You sound like everything I hate
Theres nothing in your "hallowed" shell
Theres nothing you have to give
When i've already cursed the numbers
The time has already come
You missed it
You were never there
When you were it hurt
When you were it tore me open
I've bled out all my empathy
Im not looking for you to rescue me
When you can't even lift your wings
From the heavieness of your parades
Don't you think it's getting late?
Don't you think it's time you go home?
Walk away like you fade in the wind
Because I don't have memory of us
I don't recognize you
I guess I'm just staring into the face
Of a Ghostly past
A Ghost of my past
Written by
Eric Lewis  Texas
(Texas)   
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