GhostedA Poem by I Am SvetlanaSlowly going under, the type of high my mind craves you could no longer see me spill my words. My peace interrupted, eyes swelling with water. I became a ghost to you. Every minute of every day, I will never be the same. Just lying there alone. Overthinking, filled with words. Head in the clouds in places you'll never see. Always end up trying to write about a love that never existed.
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Added on October 9, 2022 Last Updated on October 9, 2022 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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