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 Jan 2013 Kat Phifer
Erin Lewis
I live behind a white picket fence
In the world of a wealthy child
I have everything I could want
Except the chance, or choice, to be wild
I live in a perfect brick house
With cobblestone drive and manicured lawn
I live in the perfect world
But I dream of what is beyond
My perfect white picket fence
 Jan 2013 Kat Phifer
Liv
You
 Jan 2013 Kat Phifer
Liv
You
Haven't you heard of us?

We are the voices inside your head
We are the sadness in your chest
We are the feelings that you dread

We are the breath that you exhale on a cold winter morning
We are the hairs on the back of your neck
We are your lamentations; we are your mourning

We are the scratches on your walls
We are the evil in your mind
We are the darkness when night falls

We are the dizziness that you feel
We are the hunger pangs when you starve
We are what makes you feel unreal

We are your darkest nightmares
And your worst lies
We are your deepest secrets
And your most jagged cuts

We are everything you fear
We are what makes you curl up and cry
We are what makes you shiver

We are your screams
We are your tears
We are your friends
We are your enemies

Darling,

*We are you.
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