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Scary...but Think
23 May, 2004
Author: Samara

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The cry of the voice,
Shakes me inside,
I can't breath,
I go and hide.

It gets close,
So near me,
I hope it goes away,
And doesn't see.

I'm scared,
I'll admit,
It'c coming,
I know it.

That thing is here,
It gives me a nightmare,
And the shivers,
Are cold like an ice river.

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hushy (80.6.138.109) -- Sunday, May 23 2004, 10:17 pm

thing?

so whats this thing?
 
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