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Quiet, quiet. Its following me around Quiet, quiet. Please god don’t make a sound. Hush, hush. Soon it will be here. Shh,shh. Now its getting near. It lurks on every corner, in every nook and crack. In everything dingy,dark and dreary, right behind my back. It sits upon my shoulder and whispers in my ear then I finally realize, it’s a figment of my fear. But still I see it in the alleyways, the darkened, lamp-less street, in my bed at night time, hidden beneath the sheets. I feel it in the back of my mind the place where no one goes. I pray that it doesn’t find you too or it will take control.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
Quiet
Quiet, quiet. Its following me around Quiet, quiet. Please god don’t make a sound. Hush, hush. Soon it will be here. Shh,shh. Now its getting near. It lurks on every corner, in every nook and crack. In everything dingy,dark and dreary, right behind my back. It sits upon my shoulder and whispers in my ear then I finally realize, it’s a figment of my fear. But still I see it in the alleyways, the darkened, lamp-less street, in my bed at night time, hidden beneath the sheets. I feel it in the back of my mind the place where no one goes. I pray that it doesn’t find you too or it will take control.
charlie-smith
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
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