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Torturous Behavior

In the shadow places

of dark rooms

Between dusty book shelves

in a red velvet chair

In the back of your mind, whispering

In your best worst moments, lingering

In the memories you were too afraid to revisit alone

In the oozing of your broken brain

In the darkness of your hollow heart

In the slivers of your splintered soul

Mixed with the blood dripping from your wounds

In every ounce of empty space in your head

Fighting for more, more, more

Thats where you’ll find me

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