Why are we afraid of ghosts
When we are the dangerous beings
Behind the sincere toasts
Lie the diabolic feelings
Ghosts don’t harm us
It’s the people we feel safe around
They stab us
They make no sound
We are afraid of death
When living is a curse
Everyday we take a breath
Everyday it gets worse
Being human is a gift
It’s the gift of God
Being loved is a privilege
Until you realise everything is flawed
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