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Apr 2013
i stare at the cieling
can't see much
except the vent...for heat and such
the floor of the attic ..creaks a bunch
am i losing my mind....am i out of touch
im scared to death....because it's late
no one around
to share my hate.......
the glow of light streaks through my door
theres some one walking across the floor.....
i'm now in the fetal
there's no way this is real
if all are asleep
who is the creep
walking the attic....in its bare feet....
noise getting louder...i cover my head
almost wishing i were already dead....
the shrieks and the moans...cant take any more
please mr. ghost
this is no way to cool
oh...moms waking me up
it's time for school....
michael gagain
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michael gagain  new york
(new york)   
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   Jodi Belardo and Deniece Long
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