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Your not there

But thats what I think

You like to take control of me,

Watch me struggle, shake and cry

Make me panic in the night.



My reflections no longer my own

This placed called home

Is not my home.

I invited you once

Thought you would leave

But you decided to follow me.



Not quite possesed

But taunted great,

Ligted candles, really late

Chanting words, like a praise

But not to God

But satan's ways.