Throwing Glances Over My Shoulder

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My shaking legs,

had carried me out

of that damned 

bathroom.

Before I had even realized it,

I was glancing over my shoulder

with ever few steps taken.

Who was this "Lonely Ghost"?

I needed to know.

What did they know?

Until the end of the school day,

I stay vigilant and cautious,

throwing glances

behind me

worried that they were following me.

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