Everytime almost. 

Never, cause now I see. 

Ghosts follow almost everyone. 

They hide their demons from me. 

It’s like every next time I become. 

deeper in myself. 

Every time I force  her to be herself. 

There is nothing I can when I’m stuck here  on the sideline 

except watch with a feeling of melodramatic sadness.. as if i am dead – know by now taller walls hardly fall,

I chose instead to protect against a lost soul, a fake self. 

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Opening My Mind to Different Sides

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