Ghosts, I have walked with them
Dark shapes of abandoned expectations
Lives transformed into shades
Or are they only idle imaginations
Ghosts, I have talked with them
Silent whispers of the unknown
Haunted voices from a grieving past
Or was it me speaking on my own
Ghosts, I have cried with them
Sad eyes reflecting in the mirror
Or was it only me seeing myself
and my own life so much clearer.
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