

The Ghost I AmSearching for the one I love, stumbling over cracks of mud, and blades of grass slice my palms, tracing their lines like a bloody treasure map.The Ghost I Am
Pick yourself up, figure eight around streetlights. Spin and twirl, spiral and swirl. I'm swimming through the midnight sky, floating on a year gone by.
The ghost of who you used to be is haunting all of my memories. And I'm not ready, no, I'm not ready to let you fade away...
Also, may I suggest a friend of mine?
Lordguardian; [link]
Keep up the great work!
One last thing, may you please check out my recent feature?
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(Please, favourite it if you like the work)
ps;
Thank you sooo much! My parents are both recovering alcoholics, so I think that is where I got my perspective on alcohol for
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Whatever happens, ya live through it. It creates who we are, how we live, and who we become.
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"Somewhere between studly and seductive."
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Whatever happens, ya live through it. It creates who we are, how we live, and who we become.
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"And as for the clouds, just let them roll; roll away, roll away..."
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Whatever happens, ya live through it. It creates who we are, how we live, and who we become.
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does it sound any easier now.
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