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As it was knocking , I locked the door  on a world i used to know, in the misguided hope that it might go away. He stayed there, knocking , laughing , knocking , singing , sneaking its way through the door and into my head, and knocking again. It’s been there for years , Fallen victim to this grueling routine. Not simply waiting for me to unlock the door , but for me to join him in this tirade against the minds of men. Against whoever else could be inside with me.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
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As it was knocking , I locked the door  on a world i used to know, in the misguided hope that it might go away. He stayed there, knocking , laughing , knocking , singing , sneaking its way through the door and into my head, and knocking again. It’s been there for years , Fallen victim to this grueling routine. Not simply waiting for me to unlock the door , but for me to join him in this tirade against the minds of men. Against whoever else could be inside with me.
johnny-gillespie
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
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