ποΈβπ¨οΈ Entry 022 // I Let the Wrong Ghost In
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I thought I could handle it.
Just one memory left unlocked.
I let the wrong ghost in β
the one with your laugh and the smell of our old room.
The one who knew where I kept all the sharp parts of myself.
I wanted one more visit, not a possession.
But now my mirror fogs in your voice.
And I forget who I was before you forgot me.
Gospel 022:
Sometimes the ghost is real β and itβs you.
ποΈπ¨οΈ Reflection:
What memory do you keep opening
even though it never comes back kind?