Ghosts in my life,
in those dreams,
broken dreams,
broken to pieces,
dreams that are gone.
Love left,
I don't want to suffer,
I don't want sorrow.
Life still goes on,
I filled myself with ghosts,
ghosts from my past.
I don't want to be tied to anyone,
I don't want to let anyone suffer,
that way I can leave peacefully without fear.
I live among ghosts I loved,
in that past full of my ghosts.
Ghosts who loved me and whom I loved with all my heart.
It is time now to depart,
too late in flying, and becoming a ghost.
Ghosts, ghosts
ghosts from the sky
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18 -x -2025
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- Published: October 18th, 2025 05:27
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