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The darkness is looming.
It's in the walls
This son-of-a-bitch is growing some balls.
My chores are done.
and it's only ten.
Flip thru the channels, guess it's Housewives again.
I hear the whispering.
Taking air in and out.
It's the source of my cRaZy I have no doubt.
Look at my thigh
Is it really that thick.
Do some more cardio, you're making me sick.
The voices grow louder,
I can't hear myself think.
I scream once or twice, give my dog a wink.
The basement isn't tidy.
Whose in charge of this shit.
Get your ass moving. Clean and organize it.
Why won't they stop.
Enough of the chatter.
I'm clearly just fine and nothings the matter.
