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  • Writer's pictureBecky Handley

The Ghosts That Haunt Me

The ghosts that haunt me live in the strangest places,

Filling me with happiness and dread in equal measure,

As is always the case,

The bad outweighs the good,

And even the good is bittersweet.

Confronting these memories to purge them of their power,

And yet as I visit these familiar places,

Greeted with blank stares of unfamiliarity,

It occurs to me that in these places,

That hold so many memories,

I no longer belong.

Moved away,

Moved on,

Time has passed by,

I am a memory here too.

The ghosts that haunt me here aren't you,

They are me.

Prose from a book I created in my first year at university.

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