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Nov 2019
I'm like a ghost in my own place.
I feel guilty for taking up space.
So I will give it all to you
my body, my mind, and my voice.
When I tell you I love you
I don't have a choice.
I will make myself small,
put me in your pocket,
won't you take me home.
Written by
Atlas
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