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I am living in a haunted house.

Outside is fine with music and wine

But I am ground down when inside. 

For within my sheets, thought comfort and meek,

I am bleak with weight upon me.

To no one I speak, cursed silence to me.

I pray for the release of sleep. 

And so angry are the ghosts at the close of day;

Festered and provoked through light. 

Weakness they see, and nag unto me

What isn't how it should be. 

And the voices they scream 

Those words, they shall seem

As truth that has no correction.

My mind has been doused

By the words that they shout,

And the fears they have sown deep.

So with doubt in my head

And fear in my bed,

I shall never escape this drought;

This cursed haunted house.