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Sep 2018
Downing glasses of boiling hot milk.
That must be why they are passed out.
Ignore the yelling that sprints through my innocent ears.
Hug your stuffed rabbit,
and go to bed.
Let the words escape through your head.
Their shouts and screams will manifest in your dreams.
There is no monster in your closet,
instead, the monster lives in your heart
it will tear everything apart.
Leaving you with a ragged blue bunny,
a stack of money,
and a plan to flee from this place.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  F/Lost
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