Halloween
Bumps in the night can be a curse
But I can't think of anything worse
Than thoughts that echo in your head
Of things you wish you had not said
The wrongs that you can never right
Regrets that keep you up at night
A wig, a mask, false blood, vamp teeth
Cannot compete with loss and grief
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