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Aug 2014
Some days
I come home
missing my bed
and begging
for my door
to automatically shut itself
to lock itself
and to hide its own keys
But then,
I remember
the monsters
hiding under my bed
waiting
for the right time
to strike

*Where will I hide?
My bedroom door is literally broken. sighs**
AndIFell
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AndIFell  On Earth
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   Gavin Barnard and Pamela Rae
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