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Oct 2011
im cold, and lonely..
broken beyond repair.
i can only imagine
your fingers in my hair.
as you kiss my neck,
i look back and check....
but youre not there,
this house is bare.
silent screams,
echoing..
shattering the window panes,
the chilling sounds,
driving me insane....
this house,
this house will be the death of me....
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