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Oct 2018
Charles Lee Ray is finally dead...
don't need him as a handle anymore...
it was always in my head....
I am not scared anymore...
I don't need a ****** to protect me from the monsters...
under my bed...
when I am really scared...
there is a near by shed...
where I am just as welcome...
as my brother Ted.
Written by
tina lombardo  36/F/Kentville ns
(36/F/Kentville ns)   
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