<p>I stare. I watch. I crumble. I crack. I scream. I can't. I lay awake. My soul's to take. But I won't return. I won't come back. It haunts my past. It pounces. I scream.&amp;nbsp;It bites. I cry. It tears. I whimper. It eats. I die.</p>
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