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In the quiet of night my thoughts come alive like a million little insects crawling over my skin. How can you sleep when you're being invaded, attacked.
Every action is a simple response to another.
Every action a way to erase the one prior to it.
Condemned.
Every action is a simple response to another.
Every action a way to erase the one prior to it.
Condemned.
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