On a fall day, the wind is calm and no one sees me pass
I creep along the way leaving no trace of where I have been
The city seems grim and very solemn
I pass a movie theatre that I went to and remember my friends
There on the corner lies the school I once went to months ago
This reality hasn't changed much, I still see pain and sorrow
throughout
I wonder if things would have ever gotten better
I make my way to a cemetary, one that I have been there before
I take the time to remember my ancestors and friends
Then I come across something, it was like it was meant to be there
There lied a piece of paper and under the paper lied a marker
The paper said 'Don't let stress kill you'
Then I looked at the marker and it beared my name
I am nothing but a ghost searching for peace


 
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