I Am Afraid

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By coby

Knock, knock,... Hello, who is it? I can't come outside and play. It seems the world outside is gray, and all the words I seem to say these seeming words won't go away. Held captive i read them every day, shown how they work in every way. The shifting plot of life's ex-stream; and all the things that make you scream

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February 2, 2010 01:57Lovecrafter

really cool format.