put simply,
We are the ghosts under the floorboards
We are the voices in his head
We are the whistles of the treetops
And the creaks around his bed
We are the shadows in the closet
And the eyes along the hall
We are the broken friends and family
who all scream and shout and call
We are the memories of long ago
the terrors of the night
We are the footsteps no one left at all
We are the reason that he fights
We can measure hugs and words of care
We line up shining lives
We haunt our blorbo evermore
We choose if he survives
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