Ghost and his point of view ( pt. 26 )

My soul was black, like as night now
only sparks of fake happiness
but like every morning, only one presence
my conscious talking about sorrow
“maybe I will be fine tomorrow”
but every single minute is like the last second
thinking about a fake past
pretending a better future
forgetting the importance of the present
“hope dies last”
who said it, deserve a compliment
better lie to everyone
than believe in a shit alone

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