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Haunted
I can still feel it clinging to my flesh.
The smell is so strong and fresh in my nostrils.
The pit is reforming in my stomach.
I know I won't be eating again today.
I see that face when i close my eyes.
I hear that scream in the silence.
I can't stop my pounding heart.
Not like i did theirs.
The smell is so strong and fresh in my nostrils.
The pit is reforming in my stomach.
I know I won't be eating again today.
I see that face when i close my eyes.
I hear that scream in the silence.
I can't stop my pounding heart.
Not like i did theirs.
Published 27th Sep 2015
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28th Sep 2015 00:01am
28th Sep 2015 1:04am
28th Sep 2015 2:45am
Why dont you just kick the door wide open and step on in, my friend...This was a great write. Welcome. :)
