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Sep 2015
I am a haunted house
Things have died inside me and refuse to leave
They hold onto my bones for stability
And make homes inside my rib cages
The only way out is through my mind
And that's the hardest place to escape
Written by
Jackie
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   --- and GaryFairy
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