Haunted Read Count : 17

Category : Poems

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What more is there to grieve for? What can I say or do? There's no going back. There's no way to fix the past. Candles once lit are now melted away. I sit alone under a very grey abysmal thought bubble. Yes, I stalk and think and haunt my own shadow.

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  • Oct 29, 2022

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