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Sep 2018
Don't move
Don't breathe
Don't move
Don't breathe
It will see me
It will hear me
It will end me
It will feast on me
In these untamed wilds
Alone and afraid
No saving grace
I should accept my fate
And run
Croiyon
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Croiyon  18/M/North America
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