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On empty streets where shadows roam, I see your face in every soul. It’s been four months since our goodbye, Yet the ghost of you still grips my mind. Your smile, your laugh, that careless spark, The paths we wandered, the dreams we shared No song can drown the storm in my mind No matter how loud, you always arrive. I miss you, but I don’t long for you— Yet every step, I stumble through. In every shadow, every flickering light, I’m haunted by the ghost of you I tell myself I’ve let you go, But deep down, I think we both know. It’s colder now, these nights I roam, Even the stars have lost their glow.
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
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On empty streets where shadows roam, I see your face in every soul. It’s been four months since our goodbye, Yet the ghost of you still grips my mind. Your smile, your laugh, that careless spark, The paths we wandered, the dreams we shared No song can drown the storm in my mind No matter how loud, you always arrive. I miss you, but I don’t long for you— Yet every step, I stumble through. In every shadow, every flickering light, I’m haunted by the ghost of you I tell myself I’ve let you go, But deep down, I think we both know. It’s colder now, these nights I roam, Even the stars have lost their glow.
WanderingBard
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
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