My Heart Is a Haunted House
Each day I stand within
this hollow auditorium filled
with skeletons of regret.
Each door opened reveals the
nightmares that lay hidden
behind pretty smiles
I travel on rocky pathways in a
search to find...ME
My Heart is a huanted house
forever filled with regrets of
my haunted memories
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