It follows me
it haunts me
maybe there's more than one
i should be scared
but im sick of it
just don't hand me a gun
i'll shoot them all down
maybe there's more than one
it consumes me
it controls my thoughts
it consumes me
i realize what i have
i see them all
you'll think im crazy.....
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY WANT
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Author:
Bloody Pen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2018 00:30
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