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Nov 2013
its okay when its bright
but they come at night
when there is no more light
to give me a fright

they haunt me.
they wont let me free
they won't let me be
there's no where to flee

they're near
they are loud enough to hear
under my bed or over here
filling me with fear

they are not real
they are something you feel
they are not physical

they are thoughts.

thoughts of the future
thoughts of how you will die
thoughts of thoughts you cannot even think of yet
thoughts that hold the only certainty in life

but they still come with the force of a fleet
just before you sleep
the kind of thoughts which are true and deep
they enter your mind with a silent creep

they wont go away
surrounding you as you lay
they are here to stay
those thoughts of certainty

~E.Y.
Evie Young
Written by
Evie Young  England
(England)   
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   ---, Dylan Lavercombe and Megan
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