Who's like the Ghost of my frustration, walking through the thorns of the past, prickling itself with the mysteries of untold truths, It kills her to unfold the lies that had been told, as the light shines on the darkness, the revelations of the heartless flicker constantly before the spirit of me, But she never shows them that she see's.
whose' like the Ghost of she, Heart thumping from extreme pain, aura red from the blood of spiritual rain, mind blown with the insecurity of development, she travels through the wilderness, Lost in the space of the wasted place, as her heart leaks infinity, there’s no place to rest for the weary
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