I am yet a ghost to you. Whispering words to the darkness. A phantom presence in the light. No matter how much I could feel like home, I will never be flesh and bones.
Separated by a veil, trapped in a personal hell.
In this moment I can be content to move on, to a light, or to forever lie out the dark.
I know I will never be able to feel your heart.
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