The scratching The kind that should come from outside The screaming of ice But it's not cold Nor distant It's right here Inside the walls Like something trying to get out No in! Paralyzed I tremble Screaming at the wall I'm silent No one can hear my cries Each skin rippling sound Brings it that much closer to me Unable to move Plagued by insomnia I fall asleep With fear.Birth sign: Gemini
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