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Fear Fever

In the quiet dark I see every end Clumps of hair stuck to the walls blood from under each door there is someone in the closet, lurking I feel it delicacy is lost in my heart I was made from violence raised of violence will end in violence I have long cradled the bullet in the teeth

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