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How He Died

you sit in bed warm you feel warm but inside you're ice it's dark nothing in sight ignore the voices behind the door ignore the pounding of steps on the floor do anything except look play a game or read a book but don't you dare show them that you know they're here because they feed on fear but wait is that nothing you hear? no its not ,how could you be so blind? the voices didn't stop.. they're coming from behind.

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Date: 12/5/2016 11:56:00 PM
Excellent flow and content! !
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Date: 11/22/2016 7:46:00 AM
living up to your name dark starter poem stephen
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