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My Ghosts

Can I really live in a house of ghosts

the ghosts of my own past

their images are haunting

the pain and memories will last

they will not fade away now

for the beauty of what they once were

their true intentions, now obvious

but they are frighteningly obscure

they constantly float around me

disfigured by their demise

an evil reminder of their existence

their images burned into my eyes

can I bare to dwell amongst them

or must I leave it all behind

The truth is

these specters do not haunt my home

they haunt my weary mind

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Written by
kyle-howard
Published
Jul 16, 2015
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My memories haunt me still.

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#home#pain#alone#past#ghost#scary#haunt
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