It's Not Me, It's I
Eleven months
Leaving just to come
Back to what was already
I'm a ghost and I see me every
Day after day I feel my eyes
On what was once my skin, my mind
Have already crumbled
Like trash between the cushions
I have tumbled on night after night
While my dreams had disappeared
Through time
Copyright © Anonymous Ah | Year Posted 2010
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