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There are these ghosts that haunt me

theyve never hurt me not physically

they give incorporeal yet tangible realities 

these terrors play through my head 

always leaving me with dread 

I sit unjustifiably frozen in bed

i've never been harmed so why do I fear

when these eggshells I walked on have never been there 

I've seen the consequence of stepping on these eggs

but personally I've never been run through the dregs

And yet somehow these invisible eggshells 

now neither mine or those around me 

scream louder than bells 

its quite alarming