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Apr 21
Footsteps are near… hide away soon my dear…

Unwanted touch.. the smell of tobacco… bristles of beard… I’m too scared to be heard.. tears stream quietly it’s too much it’s so blurred..

The smells the sounds all up in the air but I’m trying to be flying through air..

Footsteps are gone it’s safe now my dear.. the monster has gone you’re all alone now for real
Written by
Tash Victoria  F
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