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My Home

Up in the attic
A place I call home
It seems quite creepy
But my phone doesnt roam

I dont bring many up there
Unless I know they can handle it
Because it's a place like no other
I must truly admit

Children used to play up there
A long time ago
So I could tell the first time I was up there
That I wasnt alone

See, there were problems with the air
Up there, back in the day
So something happened to the children
On there very last play

I can even hear
Their footsteps down below
They scatter throughout the night
Making everyone here know

So now up in the attic
Where dusted mirrors are wide
I have a few friends that want me to die
Says the scar on my left side
Written by Lifeless_Loveless (Chrisella Payne)
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