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Dead Cold Spirts, Hiding, Under My Bed Feel it, Hear it Calling for, ME It sounds Like My Mom, She Wants Me to Go, NO, I Can't I scream in fear, Daddy, Help! Where is She Here with me NO She's Not And If So, What's Under My Bed
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
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Dead Cold Spirts, Hiding, Under My Bed Feel it, Hear it Calling for, ME It sounds Like My Mom, She Wants Me to Go, NO, I Can't I scream in fear, Daddy, Help! Where is She Here with me NO She's Not And If So, What's Under My Bed
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
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