Haunted
Don’t haunt me, ghost, what holds you here?
Don’t haunt me, ghost, I don’t want you near
You’re a curse from my past,
my past you will stay.
Spending all my time wishing regrets away.
You havn’t my head
You havn’t my dreams
and yet it seems
I am
Haunted
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I am a film student at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts. I hope to be a screenwriter one day, but I love all forms of writing.
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