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Have you ever?...
Ever felt like this, 
When strange things happen and you're going round the bend,
And it's 02.30 am and you're woken by imaginary friends,

I'll never forget what's his name... InkDot?
They aren't there but those people scare me to the spot,
My realisations gradually preside,
Fingers splayed wide, blood out as morning tide,

First they arrive in hospital when 3 weeks I laid,
I didn't understand but the visit was there, 
Translucent connections made,
Visitors not unwelcome, but what the hell?!
Now I'm better and this isn't a place you can stay and dwell,

I feel like I've seen the unseen in me,
A small group crowded to contravene in me,
What I think is true and done and present,
They leave and I begin to torment,
Have I done this? Have I gone there? Did that really happen? No? Yeah?
And about them I so strongly care!

On my bed some time spent,
This is a non-event, this is nothing, a trick I underwent,  
Feels like we've been everywhere and nowhere, 
Disintegrating rose-tinted glasses I have been sent,
Still going to hold my cool, 
And scan the room gently for these ghouls,
It's now 02.35 am and I think they might have passed,
It's 02.45 am and I hope this visit will be the last,

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