Past Lives
I was your home and you locked yourself outside
And run with your ghosts
Back to a place you'd already known
Nowhere to crawl but to your past life
And hide from it all
A buried flower convinced you'll grow
kept enough to remind but stayed outside
With nowhere to go
You left nowhere to go
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