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Mar 2015
It froze me as I looked down to her,
Her cheeks still wet with tears.
She turned away and fear smiled.
"You let me in. Now it's my turn to run the show."
And so I ran with fear.
Written by
Lizzy Jovanovic
268
   --- and Nathan Cross
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