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Ghost
A soundless voice,
An invisible body.
Living unnoticed is how it seems.
An innocent way,
Another longing day
I fight for my place to stay.
A crave for love,
From anyone.
Why does my dad wish I wasn't his son?
An invisible body.
Living unnoticed is how it seems.
An innocent way,
Another longing day
I fight for my place to stay.
A crave for love,
From anyone.
Why does my dad wish I wasn't his son?
Published 16th Aug 2014
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