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Jul 2015
There are those nights
When I cannot concentrate
Because the walls are running with blood
There are ants crawling out of my eyes
And I can feel my mind drifting away from me
with every shadow I see
Out of the corner of my eye
With every child's whisper
In an empty room
And I wonder if this is it
If this is when I finally lose it
Written by
John Doe
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