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The Unknown

Date Written: September 13, 2017
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Why do I fear sleep?

They're coming for me

Who? You may ask, the scary thought that I know longer belong here.

The shadow's of doubts are chasing asfter me.

So I run by not sleeping. 

I grow weary and weak.

My chest starts to hurt.

No marks on my body.

But I fear for my soul.

 

 

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