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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
i sleep with my eyes open
and i see ghosts in every room.
i see your face in every picture,
and i get scared when i'm alone-
i get scared and i'm alone.
i am the cold creeping down your spine,
and i am the sting dripping from your eyes.
the catalyst of my transgression-
i believed all of your lies.
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