Ghost in Poetry

  • Oct. 8, 2025, 4:24 a.m.
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I don't know anymore 
I don't know what this is 
I don't know who I am 
I feel so close to giving up 
I don't know what to do 
I wish you would reach out
Everything hurts
And throbs, and twitches
And longs and waits
Nothing matters like it used to
I just want to crawl into a hole
And be born someone else...
Somewhere else...

Last updated October 08, 2025


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