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| {Haunted} |

The nightmares, have lost their picture.
But the sense of feeling is there.
A new life is calling, almost begging.
But all things old, have a way of hanging on.
Stainless tears, cannot help from falling.
Open wounds scream their horrid stories.
A happy soul, use to be a hopeless one.
Now, the boundry line refuses to be shown.
All that is good, has been painted grey.
The nightmares, have lost their meaning.
But the sense of feeling, will always haunt me.

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