hauntings
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Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
My old high school is haunted
That what everyone says
Not to me that would be absurd
Still, it's what I've heard
I wander through these halls alone for now
a pale kid known for his hand-me-downs.
