I, The Cassic
anna
12 Jul, 2014 06:38 PMYou all think I'm a ghost, a memory you hate to recall. Something painful, that you resist to give your all. You all think I'm a whisper, a sliver of wind. Someone you loved, and the fate you tried to bend. You all think I'm a classic, a melody to forget in time. Something old, you once cherished, and is now faultily sublime. You all think I'm a ghost, Whispering into your ear. Some painful forgotten melody, Played on the violin as a classic.
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