, The Boy Next Door .
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I Never Really Met The Boy Next Door , He Leaves Early In The Morning And Comes In Late At Night , I've Never Seen Him Dress Casual , He Doesnt Speak To Me At School , He Really Doesn't Speak To Anyone , But If I Stay Up Late Enough , I Hear Him Bring Someone In , Then A Couple Of Hours Later He Lights A Fire , I Never Really Questioned It Til Now .
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"Are You Afraid Of Me" He Asked , I Shook My Head Slowly "No" He Chuckles And His Eyes Turn Pitch Black "You Should Be" , He Says , I Regret My Next Words , "I Know What You Are" . He's Over To Me So Fast , "What Am I?"
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