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SickIt sickens me,
How one can judge from someone's music taste.
It sickens me,
that nobody notices the scream when I smile each and everyday.
It sickens me,
That humans are toys in this game of life.
What has it became?
GhostI'm just a ghost, in this grey world.
Only to be seen when people want me.
Only to be heard when people need me.
A second choice.
That is what I am.
A shoulder to cry on,
When needed anyway.
The bright smile I have,
It's mainly always fake,
Because I am a ghost.
Always will be, always was.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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