haunted house

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My knees buckle as I become consumed with fear. The lights flicker out, in darkness I stare. I want to cry I want to scream, I pray this is just a dream, is he really just a heart breaking machine. I look in disgust, at the horrible scene. Crumbled bones on the floor I become scared to the core. Why did I agree, to join his tour, through the ups and downs as I crawl on the floor, the truth is for you i'l do this and more. I'll go to hell and back if send, as long as I can be with you in the end. I will willingly go through this course, even if it makes my heart a haunted house.


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