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I leave the lights on I run from the night its not the dark I'm scared of I'm scared of my mindthe skeletons that crawl from my closet and swallow my sanity whole the aftertaste of anxiety left on my tongue from the cough syrup cocktail I mix before bedsomething about the silence lets my mind run wild down the dark halls of depression to the dungeon of reality(or maybe its the pills)