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The night was icy but I didn't mind I grabbed and slowly pulled my blanket up My teeth were anxiously ready to grind When I strangely felt something creeping up I open up my eyes, quivering but brave "Who are you and what do you want from me?" I boomed and suddenly I'm on a grave I got on my feet and start running speedily Before I know it, I'm already in my bed Sweating profusely, thanking Almighty God I'm not dead.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
Icy cold.
The night was icy but I didn't mind I grabbed and slowly pulled my blanket up My teeth were anxiously ready to grind When I strangely felt something creeping up I open up my eyes, quivering but brave "Who are you and what do you want from me?" I boomed and suddenly I'm on a grave I got on my feet and start running speedily Before I know it, I'm already in my bed Sweating profusely, thanking Almighty God I'm not dead.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
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