I'm afraid in dark ever since.
I feel like someone would grab me.
I imagine the face;
So terrifying, so scared.
A spirit, a ghost;
I don't see one, still afraid.
I'm always asking if they do exists?
Why do in dark they lived?
Till one day i found,
Answer to my question
Without seeking it.
A ghost truly subsist.
A sin as i define.
It always hound your conscience,
Bothering your mind.
It lies in your heart, a dark secret of life.
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