November Ninth
Location
On this vary date,
at this vary hour,
at this vary second,
You pulled a knife to my neck
and you pushed
Since then i have been afriad..
Is this what you wanted?
For me to be scared every time i look
down the street, I see that insanly deep red house
on the corner.
I am afriad now ,
i am scared
i am scared.
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