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by BrightBlack Nov 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Through this lonely world I wander. A ghost. The last few days of my life spent. A locked door not now a dead end. Open. Arms outstretched to let me through. Now that I am dead, I am alone. Invisable. Soon I will be forgotten. Left alone in my misery. I cry. For what I am, a lonely ghost.
by MikaMad15
Beautiful =]