I can't go past here! Your ghost is the only thing that's really kept me company this last year.
You know where I live, I almost said you could have always come by, but you did.
The only thing you wanted was just to say "hi", my letter would have been closer to I am wishing I could die.
You used brushstrokes from your head, painted my face by memory,
the expressions you left me with, being all you remember of me.
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