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she and I (exorcism for beginners)

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YouInventedMe

Published: Dec 23, 2018

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she invented a great silence
so she wouldn't have to hear

what she thought
(she wanted)

some say some
ghosts
don't know
they're ghosts
(some say)

my apartment's haunted

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twelvedaysofjune

Mar 30, 2019

I'm really a fan of the title.
"she invented a great silence
so she wouldn't have to hear

what she thought
(she wanted)"
I love the flow of this poem, and these lines really spoke to me. I think it's... funny, and sad, how often we run from ourselves and our thoughts. Distract ourselves to drown out what we really think and feel.

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