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Nightmares

The ghosts of past
Lost in the pages, innumerable
Shout out and try to tell me something.

I do not understand the language
that I spoke once.

I scream frantically for help
But I am all alone
In the mess that is not all mine.

I try to break the walls around me
But there are many
I wish to go past them someday.

The dreams now shattered, hurt my eye.
The tears dried long ago.

I run away from these ghosts
Only to find them by my bedside everynight.

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I don't know where it came from:)

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Alesea said…
The walls will break and dreams will come true buddy!! and ghosts? dey are illusionary...and since when have u been afraid ov them?
March 15, 2008 at 12:31 AM
Anonymous said…
bang on target probly coz u dont know where it comes 4m..keep it going
mehak
March 16, 2008 at 9:16 AM
a blue eyed girl said…
island girl, this really spoke to me.....very touching.
March 19, 2008 at 8:17 AM
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