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haunted houses
The host
the host of this
haunted house
has
something he wants to say.
I'm knee deep
in a puddle of pity
that I myself
made.
Pulling blankets off of
ankles in the wind.
I can feel it
sinking in.
And you know
And you know
It wasn't just me.
Breathe easy.
Drowning in the sea
I just have a
really bad
feeling.
I can't seem to
explain myself to
anyone
around me.
And this is what
scares me.
This is what scares me
the most.
The host
of this haunted house
has something he wanted to say.
the host of this
haunted house
has
something he wants to say.
I'm knee deep
in a puddle of pity
that I myself
made.
Pulling blankets off of
ankles in the wind.
I can feel it
sinking in.
And you know
And you know
It wasn't just me.
Breathe easy.
Drowning in the sea
I just have a
really bad
feeling.
I can't seem to
explain myself to
anyone
around me.
And this is what
scares me.
This is what scares me
the most.
The host
of this haunted house
has something he wanted to say.
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