02. November
3:03 p.m.
I'm paralyzed
I'm scared to live but I'm scared to die
And if life is pain then I buried mine a long time ago
But it's still alive.
YOU ARE READING
GHOST
PoetryMy heart is like a haunted house There's things in there that scratch about They make their music in the night And in the day they give me such a fright... I'm not free yet.
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02. November
3:03 p.m.
I'm paralyzed
I'm scared to live but I'm scared to die
And if life is pain then I buried mine a long time ago
But it's still alive.
