ghost pains

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I could never get rid of you The way you smiled How you laughed, the short chuckle that would follow after Your comforting stare 
The Person Once Found now is Lost. The Person Once is now The Person Always Hidden, Once Found, Now Lost. The Lost Person is missing the Lonely Child; His Lonely Child.
Have I             told you before                     of what it’s like alone                                 sleeping in my bed at night?
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