I am possessed by the ghosts of the people who loved me

As they molded me they left finger prints behind

And echoes of their lives still resonate in mine

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Is anyone ever really gone from this world

When so much of them is left behind

In the people they loved

Aren’t we all possessed by the ghosts of the people who loved us

How much of myself is there in me

How much of me is just legacy

Do we ever really leave this world

When so much of us is left behind

In the people we loved