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White I used to believe in ghosts, until I realized it was your memories that were haunting me... ©wild flower #sad_quotes #Memories #Ghost #Love #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquote #yourquotebaba

White I used to believe in ghosts, until I realized it was your memories that were haunting me... ©wild flower #sad_quotes #Memories #Ghost #Love #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquote #yourquotebaba

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Words weave shadows in the night, Dancing echoes, ghostly flight. Silent whispers, sharp and clear, Cut through darkness, seize the fear. Letters twist and phrases coil, Unravel truths that make hearts toil. Each syllable, a fleeting breath, Carries the weight of life and death. In the quiet, words can scream, Wrenching sanity from dream. Yet within their dark embrace, Lies the power to heal and grace. Words can sculpt the deepest dread, Etch the nightmares in our head. Stories spun from trembling lips, Lurk like shadows, dark eclipse. In the labyrinth of our mind, Words can bind and words unbind. They can tear and they can mend, Foe or ally, shape or friend. In the hush of moonlit night, Their soft murmur can ignite. Casting spells both fierce and mild, Words can tame or drive us wild. In their beauty, truth, and strife, They sketch the contours of our life. So heed the power that they wield, For they can wound or they can heal. ©twisha ray Words are scary #trnojo133 #wordsarelive #WordsAndHope

Words weave shadows in the night, Dancing echoes, ghostly flight. Silent whispers, sharp and clear, Cut through darkness, seize the fear. Letters twist and phrases coil, Unravel truths that make hearts toil. Each syllable, a fleeting breath, Carries the weight of life and death. In the quiet, words can scream, Wrenching sanity from dream. Yet within their dark embrace, Lies the power to heal and grace. Words can sculpt the deepest dread, Etch the nightmares in our head. Stories spun from trembling lips, Lurk like shadows, dark eclipse. In the labyrinth of our mind, Words can bind and words unbind. They can tear and they can mend, Foe or ally, shape or friend. In the hush of moonlit night, Their soft murmur can ignite. Casting spells both fierce and mild, Words can tame or drive us wild. In their beauty, truth, and strife, They sketch the contours of our life. So heed the power that they wield, For they can wound or they can heal. ©twisha ray Words are scary #trnojo133 #wordsarelive #WordsAndHope