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if these walls could talk, you'd know my body is dead and my mind has been taken over. that's why i am so scared. anger is making me blind. i've been left here on my own, chained to a hate of some kind. i really hope that these walls could talk. then you'd know about my fears and about all those nights i screamed for help and also about all my fallen tears. you'd know about the demons haunting me at night.
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