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by halfwaytoinvisible   Dec 20, 2006


Fresh tracks made by the ghost
erases my body from the crypt
of immortality
were the souls dwell upon the
house of the dead in search of
life to call their own
but how can one who has taken
their own life feel what the
world has to offer in return
isolation is a form of disappear
and the substitution to the pain

~make.me.a.memory.~

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