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every time i put my pencil to this paper i am reminded that talking about the monsters under my bed only elicits a quick light switch flip, a quick glance under the now dimly lit bed frame only to hear, “there’s surely nothing there” don’t they realize these creatures do their ***** work with the lights off? how am i to scream for help if they keep turning the lights on
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
nightmare
every time i put my pencil to this paper i am reminded that talking about the monsters under my bed only elicits a quick light switch flip, a quick glance under the now dimly lit bed frame only to hear, “there’s surely nothing there” don’t they realize these creatures do their ***** work with the lights off? how am i to scream for help if they keep turning the lights on
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
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