My tired
eyes see ghosts pass by in the corridor
They do not
look nicely at me
No, they do
not look nice
I hear
echoes of taunting voices
They do not
speak kindly to me
No, they do
not seem kind
But the absence
of you had to be filled
Running
like rats and mice
The
memories dart through my mind
Gnawing
away on the last few grains
Of calm and
sane I managed to save
While I
fled from things that made me wild
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