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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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