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Why can't you say how you feel? Maybe cause you know it's not real. I less than three you, I L Y baby These anagrams mean nothing, Or do they? Maybe…. You say, you love my green eyes It's unfortunate they're brown. For worst man of the year, You take the crown. I less than three you, I L Y Baby These anagrams mean nothing, Or do  they? Maybe… You wouldn't know what love was, If it bit you on the ass. Admit it baby, Have a bit of class. You seem so sweet, When I catch you looking at me. But could you really love me? I think not. I less than three you, I L Y Baby Those anagrams mean nothing, Or do they? Mayb

The ghosts in my closet left whispers in my bed. They are conspiring against me, they want my life. I am living like a frightened soul afraid to be caught on film. The ghosts in my closet are halfway to hell, but hell is a teenage girl, they are so close to me. I feel their empty breaths on my cold skin. They are in my dreams, they turn them to nightmares, in which I never wake. The ghosts in my closet are suffocating me. I am the ghosts in my closet. I have become a ghost.

We have been dying for some time. Some say it is the children, that they do not believe. They say they have forgotten childhood, that they have forgotten how to play in the streets with scrapes on their knees, like we did and do, still. Others blame the clouds of poison that roll across the earth, carried by dark winds across the country. Some blame the metal of the modern world, the iron that is everywhere you turn these days. There is even iron in the air, and we breathe death with each lungful of it. The flying ones among us say the skies are turning gray. They say they can see flames and blue sparks everywhere they go. The truth is, we d