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Feb 2015
I slumber,
I sleep
rousing at the slightest peep
I am silent
Quiet
I can't, no matter how I try it.

I wont reach rem,
I'm not like them
I wont let it happen

I'm just below the surface
Can't you hear
Can't you hear me
Scream
Artic killer
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Artic killer  Boring Texas
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