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Sep 2013
It's 4:42 am
And the walls are closing in
I'm whispering my last goodbyes
I cared way too much
Darling, I'm ready to die.

The ghost is pulling at my ankles
It's urging me to leave
I write my last love letter in blood
Ghost, please let me be.
MD
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