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Mar 2017
Hey Jack
Are you there
there's a someone on my window
his eyes are red
His stare, kind of deadly
He said you, my own brother, doesn't love me
he said he's going to **** me
it's not true, right, Jack?
He's coming closer
Is he carrying a dagger
and he's about to get in
Help! Jack!
he's at my door
and he looks like you
Wait
Brother,
is that you?
Written by
Ishani Behera
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