eyes still tired
from the night before
this small room
it's full of ghosts
some kind, some haunting
I'm surrounded
alone but cornered
in a world I've created
ghost of the past
the ones I hold dear
and treasure for always
ghost in the dark
ones I can never forget
no matter how much I try
day comes
and fate awaits me
they stand still as do I
waiting for me
the ghosts hang in time
just like shirts in a closet
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