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November Ninth


On this vary date,

at this vary hour,

at this vary second, 

You pulled a knife to my neck

and you pushed

Since then i have been afriad.. 

Is this what you wanted? 

For me to be scared every time i look 

down the street,  I see that insanly deep red house 

on the corner. 

I am afriad now , 

i am scared 

i am scared. 

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