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Dec 2015
I've failed to find anything more frightening than making my way through a candle lit house. The eerie shadows the flame casts against the wall seem as if they brush my arms as I pass, raking my skin to make me obey. Even the safety of my own room doesn't prevail in snuffing them out of my head.

It's a shame you were always the house.
Not Lauren
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Not Lauren  23/F/MN
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