Ghost by Shelby W

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Aug 2013

Ghost

I don't feel,
I'm not alive.

I don't talk,
I'm not alive.

I don't eat,
I'm not alive.

I slice open my wrist,
I'm not alive.

I want to die because
I'm not alive.

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Shelby W

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