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If I'm hiding or I've locked myself away, obviously that means I hate your guts and really don't want to see your ugly-ass faces. Open the door, try and break the lock or force me out; and you are begging to me painfully, slowly, and viciously murdered. TRY ME. SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Angst - Words: 71 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-14-12 - id: 3082880
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11/7/12
One of these days
My hiding place will be exposed
I will no longer be safe
In the cold, suffocating embrace of the darkness
My limp, lifeless body
Will be plucked from where
It has always stayed
I will no longer be stable
The will yank me out and away
Lighting my old life on fire
Forcing me into the excruciating light of day
To Hell I shall now retire
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