I can see you
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I don't know but, I can feel like someone can see me when I'm alone in my house......
lights are off
it's dark here
only you and me here
don't hide from the
cause~
I can see you from behind~
you can't escape from me
I will take you away with me
I need to find out who's that person that can see me and is it a person or a ghost help!!!!
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