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Dec 2018
They sit outside my door.
Knock.
Knock.
knock!
Each day it grows louder.
“Open up”
I open,
No one’s there.

Knock!
Knock!!
Knock!!!
They sit outside my door.
They sit and wait for the day
I’ll lower my guard.
That’s when they’ll attack.

That’ll be the day that the world will be ripped apart from the demons.
Soon enough they all will attack.

Get ready for the day we’ll breach your world.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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