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Apr 2016
I thought i felt a shadow looming over me, it turned out only to be the edge of a ripped frame. But not only, for an edge is still an edge and it's getting scarier what these kids are starting to say about it. Closer they go and I'm trying my best to keep sitting in the centre but still i call out to them and I understand there is an unanswered question there yet it won't work because they got bugs in there minds that whisper stuff when they sleep at night and the things i try to scream don't matter. At least i can say I tried?
They're dead inside.
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