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Jun 2015
Check in the closet
And under the bed
I thought something moved
Was it in my head...?

The shadows have eyes
That branch is a claw
That clown on the chair
It moved, I saw!

Was that a scream that I heard
Or just the screen door
My sanity is slipping
I can't take anymore.

Cover my head
And wait for the sun
It's all in my head
And there's nowhere to run
Reshnia crimson
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Reshnia crimson  22/FTM/aurora colorado
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