I try to escape quietly into my sanctuary,
But why can't I seem to get rid of the ghost haunting me?
I now regret that day, the day I met you,
But you wouldn't leave no matter what I do~~~
Who knew I would regret something this much?
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Thoughts of an Eccentric Author
PoetryJust some random thoughts that pop into my head every now and then.
Escape
I try to escape quietly into my sanctuary,
But why can't I seem to get rid of the ghost haunting me?
I now regret that day, the day I met you,
But you wouldn't leave no matter what I do~~~
Who knew I would regret something this much?