Come here
Pretty please?
Can you tell me where I am?
You, won't you say something?
I need to get my bearings.
I'm lost
And the shadows keep on changing.
And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted head.
Don't cry,
There's always a way.
Here in November in this house of leaves
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