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Feb 2019
It's in the closet.
It's under the bed.
It's behind the dresser.
Now it's in your head.
Everyone has seen theirs.
But no
Sometimes people we
love and care about laugh and
give it food.
We're all terrified of it.
Sometimes we feed it.
Now it follows.
Now it sits in the back of the car.
I think it wants to **** me.
About Me.
Maha
Written by
Maha  23/F/Texas
(23/F/Texas)   
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