Haunted, by AnxAngel
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I hear things, see things, feel things.
Your still here, altough i'm alone.
This house, this heart is haunted.
The things i'd known, all gone.
Things i believed, believed in, broken.
I carry the scars, proof the past was real.
I walk the halls again.
This house, this life, is dammned.
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Posted: 2008-10-16 15:04:37 UTC |
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2010-02-25 01:08:27 | ~**AGE_TEA**~ |
i just luv the way u write ur poems. deep meanings. nice job! |