Screams
A ghost is walking
in the room
behind the curtain
me and you
hearing screams
nothing to do
I'm scared to death
of this truth...
When you see me now
you see his face
you think I am
the one to blame
you never grew
you simply fled
you are the wall
where I smack my head.
Jessica
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