i look back
at pictures
of my self
and i don’t
see me
i see a ghost
of a man
i once was
a man
whose happy
and has a sort
of place
in this world
but the man
seems to be
never true
broken to pieces
and gone with the wind
a memory forgotten
to never be seen again
the thought of me
is never true
there i go
who am i
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
i look back
at pictures
of my self
and i don’t
see me
i see a ghost
of a man
i once was
a man
whose happy
and has a sort
of place
in this world
but the man
seems to be
never true
broken to pieces
and gone with the wind
a memory forgotten
to never be seen again
the thought of me
is never true
there i go
who am i
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