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Haunting

by courtgrip

*It keeps creeping in   Slowly, Indulging in every cell   Deep within me.* *What freedom do I have now?   When all I can ever do Is counting   The days down.* *The throbbing   The stinging The tugging   The aching* What did I ever do   To deserve this pain *That’s been haunting me   For weeks?*
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Jul 29, 2015
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#depressing#pain#days#the#personal#haunting#counting#torture#aching#throbbing
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