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My host for the evening
A high speed chase
Worries and ghosts and catastrophes
Circle and loop my brain
I’ll sleep when I sleep
But now I’ll just panic and plot
And torture the one I can’t forgive
In the most barbaric way I can
What a shell of a person I’ve become
When violent ends are comfort friends
Hey don’t we all have things
Evidences of darkness
Rattling around
And circling the drain
Don’t we all wish the demise
Of boys and girls who tried
To bully us to death
Or wrestle us breathless
I know for a fact
I’m not the only one dreaming black
I know for sure because
While you sleep
You stab and applaud

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