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A Haunted Graveyard

I swear somewhere out there is a graveyard filled with all the people who've walked out of my life. Some with their head held high. Some because I forced their hand. Some that I'll never really know why. Some I'll never forget. Some that have found their way back to me. So I'm sorry I can't let you in easily. I'm sorry I have walls built up darling. I could make a list of everyone who's left and the scars it has left on my heart. You would think I'm making up names. I'm not asking for your pity. Please know all I wanna do is throw my arms around you and lock my fingers together so you can't leave but in the fore front of my mind I'm wondering when you'll leave me too. Everyone always leaves.

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