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Obsession (by Midnight Nightmares)
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(This poem has nothing to do wiht my life)
They say I'm obsessed.
Why would I be obsessed?
Just becasue I'm depressed?
Just because I creep about your house at Midnight?
I just want to peek at my love.
Dreaming his Midnight dreams.
But his Midnight Dreams are my Midnight Nightmares.
I guess I am obsessed.
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