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• The Ghost Inside
• Dear Youth

We’re from a long line of people running from themselves.

Let’s look alive. The sun is blocked out from sight. All days turn to night.

I’m done running from myself. I speak for no one else. No.

Everyday in succession. Until we come undone. Nah.

This is me. This is you.

Yeah, we’re coming unglued.

Like a page pulled from the bind.

What you see is what they want you to see.

You’ve got to learn that for yourself and not from me.

Lessons learned in a lifetime. Sleep with an open eye. What’s yours ain’t mine.

No matter what we’re gonna pull through. Just like we always do. Yeah, ain’t that the truth.

This is me. This is you.

Riding on a fault line.

Yeah, as we divide.

Once more into the fray.

Once more doing what’s expected of me until it ends.

It ends as it begun. Then our work is done ;