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Something is cold in this haunted house,
with holes in the floors and cobwebs
running into my face and making me
feel very,
uncomfortable.
In the back round of all this commotion
I sense a figure lingering,
casting its shadows onto me
I feel weighed down,
until I realize that,
I've been struck with sadness.
I begin to cry,
my head filling with so much pressure
I can't breath
I feel as though my lungs have suddenly,
been removed,
I know now what the missing piece to the story is,
She's gone.
She is now gone.
And I must try to comfort myself as I search for
someone like you.
I will miss you.
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