I know we were told not to look at the rocking chair but I swear I saw someone sitting in it. Their feet were mangled and bleeding, their hands weren't much better and I couldn't bring myself to look any higher but that doesn't matter now.
Not when I can see those same feet poking out from under my bed every night. Now when those same hands put my keys in my pocket before I leave the house like they know how forgetful I am, like they're not just in my house but they're also in my head.
Not when I can see those same feet poking out from under my bed every night. Now when those same hands put my keys in my pocket before I leave the house like they know how forgetful I am, like they're not just in my house but they're also in my head.
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