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The black house in in my street
Looks too dark just to go inside
But when I do
I cannot move because of
The mess in the hallway
The picture on the wall is chaotic
I don't want to look at it
But when I do
I cannot speak because of
The confusion in my head
I am unfit and I want to leap away
But when I do
The red colour comes after me
It is fierce and it moves slow
The picture on the wall is chaotic
I don't want to look at it
But when I do
I cannot speak because of
The confusion in my head
I am unfit and I want to leap away
But when I do
The red colour comes after me
It is fierce and it moves slow
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