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| Clinging to a Ghost | |
| By B.D. | ||||||
| 07 November 2006 | ||||||
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I held on tightly, my tears filling the space where you were suppose to be. when the truth settled in and I knew for sure I was clinging to a ghost, the tears didn't come because inside I knew you were a wisp to begin with. a warm wind on a cold day... you changed me and though you're not here, you'll forever be a part of me; forever stay. I just wish you weren't the wind... I just wish you didn't blow away... but if it's one thing to know, it's that there's a season for everything. I had the longest summer, though I lived in a mirage then out of order the winter came next was fall, blowing everyone away spring's around the corner, I can tell
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