Pale Soul

Wed, 08/27/2014 - 00:58 -- Demi

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I must be a ghost.

Oh, how they walk through me.

It's like I'm invisible,

And no one hears my screams.

It's a lifetime story,

But I hate those shows.

There's things in the world,

No one should ever know.

Like the blood and the tears,

The anxiety and sleepless nights.

It should all be unheard, unspoken.

Because there's never a day,

This little girl is unbroken.

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