my ghosts whisper to me
tell me not to be afraid
that they never had been
but i think they're lying
i think they were but they didn't know
i think so because of how they speak
voices trembling and veiled
as if they worry they'll be caught, seen
i know they were afraid
and i think i am too
i think i will have to be
if i dont want to become them
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𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
Poetry𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost im...
