Shattered Glass

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I walked into an empty house,
As I heard the calls of the spirits lurking in the darkness,
Tiptoed into the hallway as the ground, it echoed and shook.
A piercing scream fills up the house, as the windows broke,
Shards of glass flying everywhere.
I walk upon it,
Blood dripping from my foot tainting the glass,
Making it a glooming haunting red,
The same color that drips down my wrists every night.

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