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When the sun sets
Too cold to be here.
The numbness of the pain surrounds me in the ache of my screams.
I hear noises and voices,
i'm going mental when the sun sets.
My mind as dark as the sky when the stars don't bother to show.
They smother me in their words and kill me with their swords.
"We'll follow you," They say.
And they do.
While I sleep, While I dream.
Sidewalks lead to nowhere, and people with eyes as black at the sky.
I see monsters and ghouls, whispering to me.
"We'll follow you," They say.
And they do.
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