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It is made of all your forgotten fears
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It leaves messages for you in the dust
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It knows you are reading this right now
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It likes the quiet moments when you are alone
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It learns to mimic the voices you trust
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It pretends to be gone when you look
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It looks like you but its smile is wider
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The camera sees what your own eyes cannot
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The air tastes of metal and coming dread
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The constant feeling that you have forgotten something
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The door you locked is now standing wide open
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The darkness that seeps out from under the door
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The beautiful place where bad things keep happening
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The constant low hum of a building’s dark secret
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The darkness here has a shape and form
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It leaves no trace but the fear inside you
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It feeds on the fear you try to hide
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The awful truth of what is behind the wall
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The comforting silence has started to feel loud
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The air gets heavy when the sun goes down
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It doesn’t sleep it only waits for you
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The comforting sound that has now become a threat
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The dread that comes with the setting sun
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The cold spot in an otherwise warm room
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The beautiful thing that wants to break you
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The echo of a scream that never happened
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A cold presence standing just out of sight
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A conversation under the new leaves
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A fragile hope like a seedling
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A first meeting in the garden
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