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The little child afraid of ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night, could never fathom being haunted by someone that is still alive. The kid who hid behind his mother’s arm, now stays awake at night dreaming of being in another’s arms. The toddler who used to laugh all day, searches online for reasons to stay alive . The infant with the starry eyes and dreamy smile, has forgotten what a laugh feels like. The teenager who loved haunted houses and scary movies nights, now cries herself to bed over lover boy. How odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
Haunted
The little child afraid of ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night, could never fathom being haunted by someone that is still alive. The kid who hid behind his mother’s arm, now stays awake at night dreaming of being in another’s arms. The toddler who used to laugh all day, searches online for reasons to stay alive . The infant with the starry eyes and dreamy smile, has forgotten what a laugh feels like. The teenager who loved haunted houses and scary movies nights, now cries herself to bed over lover boy. How odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.
i wrote this at 3 am the day before my exam because i couldnt sleep. insomnia is a *****
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
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