Ghost Legend

You can make it
We all can make it
It's in the seconds,
The minutes,
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Sometimes, it's better not to speak
Than to be judged for your words.
Excuse me for not believing in fairies,
I was raised by this dirt
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Up on this mountain,
A clear fountain
Distills water.
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Tribes chanted of the heavens
Kings called out to themselves
Governments learned their lessons
Religion rules us all
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Did I ever rant about my Lucky Bamboo plant?
Lucky, of course, because it needs no land.
The world is scant, although a sycophant,
And this beauty needs not a hand.
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These wheels spin
To stares engulfing grins.
No one wants this thing;
The blatant rush drives patience thin.
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Our windows to the outside world
See all there is to be—
How many a man and woman fold
Their souls into inhumanity.
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Sometimes, I feel like a toy.
No, not a real boy.
Joy comes through me
Until I'm broken.
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You and I are never going to be the same.
People, like the seasons, change.
Could it be that treason's fame
Is through collective, not individual, gain?
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I want to be free,
Lost in a sea of beauty,
Fleeing life's tragedy.
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Weathered wings doing wretched things
On my life, wringing everything.
I hear him breathe, as a disease,
Slowly consuming.
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What I'd do for another whisper from that voice,
Pleading, bleeding, calling out for my choice.
Say' it'd been the wrong waist—a waste
Within horses of troy, chasing a pace
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It's over, but we never really began
I'd hope to see you on that other side again
If it weren't for how treacherous you were,
I'd go and come back to you
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We can run away from it as much as we want,
But the truth is always there,
Self-aware.
I have never loved myself enough to be alone
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Talking to you is asking to die
I can't even stand without falling
Everything's a blur, my room spins
It's like it's letting me now
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Twins, in cuts, which unify love
In wishes calling them happiness
In the same lessons happening
And I see your soul in her
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See you've moved on
To someone
A viper spreading
Its venom
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It's nothing new
He's just a kind, regular dude
She's nothing similar
A friend, her sister-figure
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They're lilies blowing in the wind
Lost causes, floating disappearances
Could you imagine us
Could you imagine love
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