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Ghost of the Seminarian I love.

They say you cannot be a prisoner of your own past But mine became a habit that last I remember when you called me mine Asked me if I was doing fine? I bought a couple ring for us I remember those times we had, I missed us I still hope one day you will remember me You will talk to me and apologize to me I was handcuffed by your presence You seem tormenting me It all made no sense You keep haunting me But you lied to me, you used me Fooled me many times You have committed a crime You broke my heart You broke my heart apart You tore us apart But I still am hoping for you to come back To come back home to me, to come back Now I am still here, here, waiting for you Dancing on my own with the ghost of you Reminiscing of our glorious past Leaving me all alone miserable in the past I still am, caught in the glimpse of us Thought I’d die for you, for us

◄ Rebel.

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