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Faded Memories of a Ghost
A fixed point in time that determines my life.
Everything I feel is always pushed to the sides.
Grey Clouds above me no more silver skys.
Caution halos of gold that don't ever shine.

School bells are ringing,
The children are screaming,
They do not see you,
your memory is fleeting,
We had a nice plan,
but you were deceiving,
You said,
that they gave you,
life to your meaning

But now you're a ghost of your own in the evenings

© WordHeavy

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