Ghost

When I was thirteen

I decided to play a dangerous game

I had tucked my voice so far into my heart

That when I went searching for it the next day

I had forgotten where I had placed it

So for far too many years

I borrowed other voices instead, swallowed them whole

But they never tasted as sweet as the one I'd always known

Somewhere inside I felt my voice slowly die

Though there were rare nights where it flew its way out

And at last it revealed myself

To those it trusted most

My little friendly ghost

I’m done playing a pointless game

It's time to bring you back to life

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