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Aug 2014
She's a product of your mind
And, she'll commit your crimes
She promises to live at all times
With nothing to hold on to
She still lives inside you
She turned your heart black
She’ll never give it back
She's an image you cannot rip
Forever stuck in a ghostly trip
....but when you try to forget her.
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Eman  23
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