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I grew up in a haunted house, where ghosts framed in black and white watched me sleep. It's a part of me that'll never leave, it's the blood in my veins and the grass on my knees. I want to fight it, but I don't know how. You say, you can't let it bury you.

But I'm not holding my breath, just admit they left you for dead--that summer when you went away to bible camp. You told me that you kissed your best friend, both a little drunk and so confused, it's a part of you.

We can both admit that we're a little fucked up. But I'll always stand perfectly still when you shave my head. And I swear I'll protect your toothpick ribcage until you come back and apologize for leaving. It'll be like homecoming, you'll be a banner that reads: don't be a let down.

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