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the ghost of the past

my night is still quiet and alone
it felt even more torturous like being stabbed by a thorn
I still see your face in the shadow
the more I try to forget, the more haunting your shadow

I heard the sounds of the night fading
your voice is more piercing
I want to forget you soon
in order to be able to run and move on

grief past, don't come back
don't follow then block
leave me walking away
let me continue my day

in order to meet the future
pick up dreams without your picture
I will welcome what comes with desire
which can burn like fire

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