Late at night
I hear the voices
from my past,
hauntingly familiar,
lingering as I lay my head down
to rest.
It’s not that I’m obsessed,
things remain
that frighten me,
I feel so alone as the things said
have changed how I am.
Is it easy to explain
the way things gone still remain?
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