Ghost Town
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Alyssa O'donnell, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2016
The cool breeze sent shivers down my spine
Whispering cruel things to everything it past
The streets were empty, but seemed so alive
what once were buildings was the dirt under my shoes
Each night drinking away the bad memories
Shot after shot it never ended
Do you know how it feels to be alone
I'm losing my self, in this ghost town of
guilt, madness