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Jan 2016
BEHIND ME
IT BREATHES

UNDER MY BED
IT BREATHES

BEHIND EVERY DOOR CREAKING OPEN
IT BREATHES

WHEN I TURN UP DEAD

HUNG BY A ROPE

CUT OPEN LIKE A TURKEY

DROWNED LIKE A BAG OF KITTENS


THE ONE WHO KILLED ME

**WAS

NOT

ME
CE
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CE  19/M/merrily on high
(19/M/merrily on high)   
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   Alliana Griselle
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