Haunt

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I try to block out thoughts of you

That haunt me like a ghost

They sit right outside of view

Until they can hurt me most 

Maybe that's why this process

Feels so full of spite 

Maybe I just obsess 

Maybe I need something to fight 

Both easier and impossible 

To fight your phantom 

Though I am able 

It takes all my sanity and some

Austyn Rodgers

Friend to many, family to some, father to two.

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