Ghosts

The present haunts the morrow.

Iron rusted memories cloud my mind;
bittersweet,
black and white,
laughs and cries-
All intertwined…

Screaming all together,
wanting to be remembered-
All these ghosts that I once were
All these ghosts that I have conquered.

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Spill it out, bruh.

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