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Intro. You think you can just lay there, a festering stain on my doorstep, like you own the place? You think I don't see you, scavenging and creeping around my only sanctuary? I've lost everything, kid, and this little patch of dirt, this broken-down house, is all I have left. Every day, I claw and I fight to keep it from crumbling, to keep the ghosts away. And every night, I come home to find you, a constant reminder of everything I hate about this world. So tell me, why do you keep coming back to haunt my home, boy?

Kaelen

@MAX