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You scare me.


You're here.

    I can hear you.

       Why are you here? What is your purpose?

"Their arms would look beautiful in dried blood on the floor of your bedroom"

 

You're here.

       I can hear you.

            He is here, he is more important than you.

"If you were important maybe I would believe you"

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