Still standing
Their writing reads me Written in my blood their stories Haunted with thoughts Thinking they made me The files don't bore me They bare me They score me Tally up each sore horror flick Irk my heart and make me tick Words in order make me sick Invisible man's daunting tricks Corrupt this youth with tales so bold Hide my tales; Never to be told Answer own questions; Age old Follow me in this game One shies away The other rises to fame They say to hide but I'll stand my ground No shame in my game The voices talk too loud
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