Outsider to this world
Left in the car
Cold weather
Frostbitten digits
Cold shoulders
This is what we live in
Stranger to this land
Told to sit still
Street dangers
Cheap thrills
In this world I die
Ghost in the neighborhood
Drifting around
Left alone and sick
Oozing mind
Forgotten memories
Never fail to haunt me
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2026 19:19
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Comments1
Memories melt for time to time. Nicely written
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