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I can't sleep, I can hear something. Someone's here, I'm not alone. It's getting closer, I can hear footsteps in the hall. Someone's here, I'm not alone. One voice, Two people. Someone's here, I'm not alone. The door handle turning, The door slowly opening. Someone's there! I'm not alone! I say "Hello?" They run away. The someone is gone, I am alone.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
The Presence
I can't sleep, I can hear something. Someone's here, I'm not alone. It's getting closer, I can hear footsteps in the hall. Someone's here, I'm not alone. One voice, Two people. Someone's here, I'm not alone. The door handle turning, The door slowly opening. Someone's there! I'm not alone! I say "Hello?" They run away. The someone is gone, I am alone.
Copyright Clara McAdam
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
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