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May 2018
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Demons run my world.
Monsters beneath my bed.
I got so sick to my stomach,
I hurled.
I'm drowning;
the water's above my head.

The world turns black.
My soul says goodbye to my body.
I'm so bored rn. Need something to do. Any ideas?
AAron Roz
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AAron Roz  15/F/Narnia
(15/F/Narnia)   
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