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The Root of Rouge

  I could feel him behind me Nothingness No soul, no weight Taking it all Without even a whisper   I’m blinded I scream like a mad hatter Static is all I see like in The old 70s screen TVs Dread is now painting My portrait in black I can’t move back I can’t move forward I’m stuck in a crack Body burning Through and through There is no mask left But the root of Rouge remains

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