Wall People
Will the little people in the wall paper have to watch you die?
The very thought of it makes me want to cry.
Will their little bodies stiff and Ridged have to watch yours go Frigged?
For the know your darkest moment better than I.
They watched you sit and ponder "why?"
You see these little people they aren't real.
But they are the only ones who see how you really feel.
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