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Feb 2019
I would be wide awake at when you were gone
Praying to the Man above to send help
The help wasn't for you but for us
When the door opened my eyes would start tearing up
For I knew the terror that was going to begin
I would lay and listen
Crying for help but those who could help were no where in sight
I had to lay there and cry my eyes out to make you stop
To make you see the terror you bring
But once that door opens you bring in the beast
Written by
Kris  17/F/Farmington, NM
(17/F/Farmington, NM)   
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   Juneau
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