Haunted

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By AnxAngel •

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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February 25, 2010 01:08~**AGE_TEA**~

i just luv the way u write ur poems. deep meanings. nice job!