The past that has now grown into the present,
Haunts me in my wake,
Demons wrapped around my ankles,
Following me everywhere I go,
Ghosts lurking in the halls,
Staring into me everywhere I go,
It’s kind of funny how,
As time passes,
I only find more of them,
You ever think that life is just one big exorcism?
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