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Shadowy figures hover,
overcasting my mind.
Ghosts of Christmas past.
Haunted memories of long ago
invade my dreams by night.
I laugh at their audacity.
Do they expect me to run and hide?
At the time, yes, they sent shivers
down my spine as I released silent screams
from my mouth.
Not now.
Not anymore.
So I show these ghosts to the door.
The past is gone.
It can't hurt me anymore.
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