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I recently picked up a strange habit
And I fall hopelessly into the hole
As my heart chases the rabbit
And my mind is no longer in control
Every night before I sleep
I watch frightening and twisted shows
Listening to the floorboards creek
It must be them coming for me, I suppose
My lightbulbs are permanently hot
And the blanket stays over my head
My demeanor is shaky and fraught
Thinking about monsters, ghosts, and the living dead
People wonder why I subject myself to this
And my answer is pretty simple
I remember the feel of our first kiss
And your rough left cheeks dimple
It's easier for me to sit in fear
And think of all things scary
Than to face the truth that you're no longer hear
Those feelings my heart can no longer carry
-E.W.