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I'm seeing things That aren't there Maybe it's from lack of sleep Or maybe cause I don't eat Either way I can hear feet Much to sharp to be safe Moving closer to me. I see shadows on the walls I hear crying in the halls I see a man much too tall I hear his laughing call. I see reflections in my phone I hear screams when I'm alone I see things no one knows I hear my mothers worried tone. FREEZE Close my eyes He can't see me I'll just hide I'm so close to being free I just have to quiet my cries And hope he cannot find Me hiding here. I hear him walking away, I think I'm in the cle-
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
Please Leave My Home
I'm seeing things That aren't there Maybe it's from lack of sleep Or maybe cause I don't eat Either way I can hear feet Much to sharp to be safe Moving closer to me. I see shadows on the walls I hear crying in the halls I see a man much too tall I hear his laughing call. I see reflections in my phone I hear screams when I'm alone I see things no one knows I hear my mothers worried tone. FREEZE Close my eyes He can't see me I'll just hide I'm so close to being free I just have to quiet my cries And hope he cannot find Me hiding here. I hear him walking away, I think I'm in the cle-
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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