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Ghost of Me


an empty shell,
I know this feeling all too well,
I fell under a spell  
shoutout to belle,
truthfully I am a beast,
no cell can contain me,
but maybe,
it is my brain that cages me,
making me shaky..
faking my dreams,
faking every fucking thing,
going through motions,
with these loco motives
and a few emotions,
I suppose I shouldn't show em,
can't control em,
so roll 'em up and flow em'
hoping to be golden  
but i am still  
fucking broken.
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
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