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Oct 2015
The clock ticks idly,
as the sun forgets to rise.
People continue onward blindly,
not noticing its not in the sky.

They just think it's night,
and continue their routine.
I, however, still continue to fight.
On this eve of Halloween.

The monsters lurk in the shadows,
waiting their master's arrival.
I look out my window.
Hoping for my survival.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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   AmyKatrinaSmith
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