Insanity

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Won't you come and play?

The house is empty

Only you and me.

The floors creak

The mice squeak

The voices won't shut up

But I like you

And we can play forever

In my mind

Of twisted things

And stupid strings

And impossible shapes

And indescribable colors

And self loathing screams

And suicidal thoughts

And depressed figures in black. 

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