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and i no longer feel safe here. and i don't have a home. and i'm so far behind i will never catch up. and the ghosts in the chairs they sat in last night are still watching me in my skirt. and i'm never having them over again. and that doesn't seem to help. and you're gone.
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the world around me cold as stone,
light and beauty from the moon
only seem to hasten the gloom
of desolate times and desolate tears that stream down my face as i am drowning in fears that the ghosts from the past still watch me today and i feel them with me
and they mock at my day.
your words stir echoes of familiarity in my soul.
oh that the world could only know that beauty that i see in you
in their ignorance they rob themselves of treasure beyond wildest fantasy
kinda like they do when it comes to me.
i admire you, and your strength that you may not always see
know that there is one out there who is rooting for you, and knows the rest of the world is blind to truth.
especially when it comes to greatness.
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