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.
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